Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

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SYDNEY'S POV

I watched Sandra's retreating figure with a look of amusement. The woman had a flair for the dramatic entries and exits, even when the situation didn't call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.

His amnesia didn't take away his feelings of self awareness at least, I thought. Who knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I did hear her complaining about him not being sexually active or something.

Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as though he was silently daring me to comment on his situation. And I felt heat creeping up my neck all because I was fighting back a laugh. Even with his memory gone, Mark still wouldn't stop acting tough. Talk about the kind of egoistic consistency that ran in one's veins.

I folded my arms over my chest and walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, and with a pointed. look, 1 took in his appearance from his hair to his bare feet.

"You know, most people would be mortified to get caught with their pants undone in public," I quipped sarcastically.

"But then again, you never were 'most people', to begin with "

His lips a slid into a light, unabashed grin

"What can I say? I must have been a trendsetter. Anyway, I'm glad that you came in on time, I was almost raped my supposed fiance-to-be. Or might I say...ex fiance."

I rolled my eyes and pretended not to hear his quip about Sandra. Whatever drama happened between them had nothing to do with me.

Instead, I fixed Mark with a challenging stare and stretched out five fingers in front of his face.

"How many is this?"

Mark scoffed. He looked like he was affronted by my audacity to test his mental faculties.

Did amnesiacs also somehow lose memories of certain words or phrases? Because I was tempted to tell him; "beggars can't be choosers", with how Insulted he looked because I'd asked him that. "I only have amnesia, not a full-on lobotomy. Don't treat me like a child.

Tretorted, "Then how do I know you're not just pretending to be smart? If your memory is truly intact, a simple counting exercise shouldn't be an issue," then waved my outstretched hand in front of his face again, "So, how many?

He fixed me with a glower that could almost peel paint but I knew there was no real power or grudge behind it anyway. It's not like he even remembered whatever past grudges he held.

through gritted teeth. "It's damn five

nodded satisfactorily, although I didn't allow the smile on my face to form fully. I changed my

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how many

huffed out withan exasperated

not an idiot, contrary to

established that much." My lips twitched into a smirk before my expression sobered again. I observed Mark with an appraising look, as

about your amnesia, a lot of investors are getting antsy. They're questioning

staring at me quite tensely but I couldn't tell what

afford to be unprepared. This shareholders' meeting could very well decide whether you get

on. Had it been that he was his previous self, Mark wouldn't go down easy to watch an empire he had built his

anything.

the first thing

gave him a meaningful

bring you someone

hands, I gestured to the doorway, where the sharply dressed

air of professionalism despite the bandage wrapped around his head. He was carrying some documents in his

explained, motioning for

that car accident with you, but luckily, his memory is still intact. He

have a polite nod

to see you up

document open showing page

the key players within the company, including brief profiles on the members of the board and their

and walk him through the contents of the docurnent, I felt a bit jealous. Might be needless to say,

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