After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 15

After the Millionaire CEO Obsessed Over Me, He Lost His Memory Chapter 15

“Sweetheart, why did you let Sebastian call you Vivienne like that?” 

“Why did you let that amnesiac version of me have his way with you?” 

His questions came one after another, calm interrogation 

continued, his voice steady even as his, but his touch grew more reckless with every passing second. 

He was methodically dismantling my defenses. 

“Ah… you… you got your memory back?” 

Tears blurred the corners of my eyes. In the darkness, I looked 

at the hand covering his own eyes. 

“Why?” 

He demanded again, refusing to let the subject drop as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. 

“Slow… slow down…” 

Neither of us slept that night. 

When I finally drifted toward consciousness the next 

morning, I found myself pinned down by the heavy arm draped across my waist. 

“Awake?” 

His low, sexy voice came from above me. 

Adrian was half–sitting against the headboard, handling work 

with one arm still wrapped around me. 

He closed his laptop, took off his glasses, and bent down to 

kiss my forehead. 

“Hungry?” 

“What time is it?” 

“A little after eleven.” 

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his lean, strong 

waist. 

“You got your memory back?” 

“Mm.” 

“How?” 

Adrian went quiet, his jaw tightening slightly. 

“Hmm?” 

He let out a small, resigned sigh. 

“I watched the first episode you filmed.” 

I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips. 

He lowered his head and kissed my eyelids. 

“You finished the whole thing?” 

“Yes.” 

“That was enough stimulation to bring your memory back?” 

I muttered under my breath, “I thought I’d have to put the signed divorce papers in front of you first.” 

“Sweetheart.” 

With a hint of displeasure, he pinched my waist, pulled me 

flush against him under the covers. 

“You still haven’t answered me.” 

“What?” 

“The question I asked last night.” 

“You asked a lot of questions last night.” 

I stroked his hair where his head rested beneath my chin. 

His muffled voice traveled through my chest. 

“The last one.” 

“You and he are the same person, aren’t you?” 

“Are you seriously jealous of yourself?” 

Adrian didn’t answer, he just squeezed me tighter. 

“All right,” I said softly. “I indulged him because I felt a little 

guilty for letting things go so far.” 

“Was I better, or was he better?” 

For a moment, I genuinely could not understand how Adrian’s brain worked. 

“Don’t push your luck, baby.” 

“Then I want another turn too. Sweetheart, you have to be 

fair.” 

My breathing turned unsteady. 

“You’re doing this on purpose.”