For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I told myself I had no feelings for him. I told myself the memory loss had wiped everything clean.
But when he spoke so casually about how annoying I used to be, a sharp ache still pierced
through me.
Instinctively, I pressed a hand to my chest. Then I quickly dropped it, not wanting him to notice. I forced a look of indifference onto my face.
Why did it still hurt? As if my heart remembered something my mind had long since let go.
Was I really so in love with him before that, even after forgetting everything, the pain had still etched itself into my body? Branded so deep it refused to fade?
I took a long, steady breath and shoved that strange feeling back down. It was nothing. Just a flicker of emotion. Easy enough to bury.
I looked at him with forced calm. “If I was so awful back then, why didn’t you just divorce me? It would have been the easiest thing in the world for you.”
Jonathan saw through it right away. “You don’t have to use reverse psychology on me. Elise, when you’ve earned 100 million dollars, then we’ll talk about divorce.”
It wasn’t the first time he had mentioned this.
“Fine. 100 million it is. You really think I can’t do it?” I snapped.
He let out a quiet laugh and gave me a look. “With your current ability, I have no comment.”
It was a clear insult. He didn’t even try to hide how little he thought of me.
Annoyed, I turned away, refusing to engage any further.
Jonathan stepped closer and gently pinched my cheek. “Alright, I’ll stop teasing. If you’re serious about starting a business, then go for it. Use whatever resources you want from Millenia. No one will dare question you.”
I hesitated. For some reason, his words drained all the fight out of me.
“Do you think I started this company just to get your attention?”
His brows furrowed. “That’s not what I think.”
“I don’t want your help. Can’t you see that?”
out of the building. But I had underestimated him.
The next morning, just as the employees from New Voyage arrived, a loud drilling noise started up from the adjacent unit.
Most of the people working here were fresh out of college, still bright–eyed and idealistic. No one dared complain, but the frustration in the air was obvious.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed over to the project team next door.
“How long do you plan to keep renovating?”
They all knew who I was. When they saw me, their expressions turned awkward.
“I’m really sorry, Ms. Sawyer. Mr. Ford said the work environment isn’t good enough. So, the
renovations might continue for a while…” one of them said carefully.
I clenched my teeth and drew in a long breath, barely holding back the urge to yell.
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