After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 03

After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 03

Adrian had skipped the recovery time at home and moved straight into the penthouse suite at his headquarters.

A knock came at the door. Adrian stopped working, rubbed his brow, and felt the restlessness in his chest grow sharper.

“Come in.”

Miles walked in with a document and took a careful step back.

“Mr. Vale, these are the divorce papers. Please take a look when you have a moment.”

Adrian truly felt that the person whose brain had been damaged in the car accident was Miles.

For the past few days, Miles had been hovering around him, looking like he wanted to speak but did not dare.

“I’ll read them later.”

When Adrian noticed that Miles still had not left, he took off his glasses.

“Something else?”

There he went again.

“Speak. If you don’t say it now, don’t ever say it.”

“Yes. Are you really divorcing Mrs. Vale, Mr. Vale?”

“This is what you’ve been trying to say for days?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

Adrian snapped, the inexplicable ball of tension in his gut tightening.

“If there’s nothing else, get out.”

“One more thing… Do Mr. and Mrs. Vale know?”

Adrian turned and looked straight at him.

“This is my business.”

“Get out.”

“Yes, sir.”

Adrian was starting to think Miles was hopelessly stupid.

That woman was probably some political marriage arranged by his parents, though he had no idea why he had agreed to it.

If his parents found out, wouldn’t that make the divorce impossible?

Absolutely hopeless.

That afternoon, Miles received a message from Adrian telling him to come to the executive office.

Miles was at the end of his rope.

He could not decide whether to advise him or keep his mouth shut.

“Mr. Vale.”

“I’ve reviewed the divorce agreement. It’s acceptable. Send it to her first.”

“…Mr. Vale, Mrs. Vale said she’ll sign no matter what the terms are. If you’re satisfied with it, you can sign first and have it delivered to her.”

Adrian frowned, his pen hovering inches from the signature line.

He lifted his hand to his chest and forced down the nausea rising in his throat, along with a sudden, inexplicable jolt of panic in his heart.

Seeing Adrian’s reaction, Miles thought his boss had finally started to regret asking Vivienne for a divorce.

He hurried to say, “I’ll contact Mrs. Vale right away and…”

“Schedule a heart exam for me.”

“What did you just say?”

After a moment, Adrian looked up at Miles.

“Nothing. I said yes, of course.”

“Good.”

Adrian signed the divorce papers.

“Take them to her.”

“Yes, sir.”