A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 301:

Cathy’s smile lit up the room. “Of course, Kristopher. We’ve known each other for so many years. Apart from the clothes specified by the brand for advertising shoots, when have you ever seen me wear floral or plaid skirts or anything with a pastoral vibe? It’s just not my scene. How could I possibly pull it off?”

She tilted her head, batting her big eyes at him with an irresistibly cute expression. “But hey, if this style is your thing, I’ll give it my best shot. Anything for you, right?”

Her smile turned positively enchanting, her eyes sparkling. “But seriously, Kristopher, isn’t this more of a little-girl thing?”

Every move, every word from Cathy was meticulously calculated. In the past, whenever she employed that innocent charm, Kristopher had been putty in her hands. No matter what she asked, he always caved. Cathy assumed this time would be no different.

However, confusion clouded Kristopher’s face instead of indulgence. “But remember five years ago, when we first met? Your sister swore this style was yours.”

forced an awkward smile. “Is that so? I must have forgotten, especially after getting sick

narrowed his eyes. “Cathy, you seem to forget a

love of red to her knack for racing, and now even

who assured him that memory loss in terminal patients was usually selective, focusing on one aspect at most. Yet Cathy seemed to have erased everything but that fateful incident five years ago,

Cathy’s heart. She feigned weakness, leaning on the table and massaging her temples. “Maybe… maybe my condition has taken

Cathy lowered her head and hid behind her arms, avoiding Kristopher’s gaze. Inside, she seethed with frustration. How much had Joyce told him about Belinda back then?

Her heart felt unbearably uneasy, as if gripped by an invisible force. Everything she’d hoped for had been wishful thinking. Kristopher had decorated this villa to suit what he believed was Cathy’s taste—not because of anything Joyce had said about Belinda five years

Most likely, Kristopher had planned this surprise behind Cathy’s back, convinced it matched

finishing his noodles. He dabbed at his mouth with a tissue and fixed his sharp, eagle-like gaze on Cathy. “Do you recall the day we first crossed

her head on the table for a moment, then lifted her brow in deep contemplation. “The