Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 421

Audrey’s POV

I froze when I heard an unfamiliar voice outside the car. Deep and commanding, with a slight rasp that demanded attention.

Standing beside the open door was Henry Hartford in a perfectly tailored gray suit. My breath caught. He was supposed to be overseas. Adrian had specifically mentioned that when I’d asked for his number to help find Astrid.

What’s he doing here?

I hesitated, not moving to get out. Henry’s piercing gaze swept over me, his patience visibly thinning.

“I said get out,” he repeated, his tone harder.

When I still didn’t move fast enough, Henry reached in and yanked me roughly from the car. I stumbled, letting out a startled cry.

‘Ah – !”

My shoulder throbbed where his grip had been. Henry immediately pushed me aside, turning to Blake who was still in the car.

“Let go of me!” Blake growled as Henry and Felix lifted him from the car.

Henry’s lips curled into a slight smile as he placed Blake in his wheelchair. “Taking care of the disabled is everyone’s responsibility.”

Blake glared at him, adjusting his position in the chair. His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth, refusing to acknowledge the comment.

Henry turned around and pulled out a cigarette. I noticed something odd his hand trembled slightly as he reached for it. The tremble was subtle but definitely there.

“How’d it go at the funeral home?” he asked, his voice deliberately emotionless.

He seemed to be working hard to hide his feelings. This wasn’t the cool, collected professional I’d heard about from Astrid. He seemed… rattled.

“The accident victim, it wasn’t Astrid Wilson, was it?” Henry asked, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.

Blake adjusted himself in the wheelchair. “No, it wasn’t her.”

I watched Henry’s face. A flicker of relief crossed his features before his expression returned to neutral.

“Maybe her necklace was stolen or she just lost it,” Blake continued. “We haven’t found her yet, but at least we know the accident victim wasn’t her.”

Henry exhaled smoke. “Good.”

upward. “Astrid Wilson is my person. From now on, leave the

always crushed on

trying to hide how worried he is?

cold look. “You sure that when you

nodded. “If something happened to Astrid, those

now, they’re at the Parker mansion getting their hair done for the press conference announcing Blake’s ‘death,” Henry said, staring at his

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checked their movements and communications.

she followed them, she

his eyes. ‘I’ll find Astrid,

trailed off as he turned away, heading toward

Astrid’s POV

was lying on a fancy round bed, my head throbbing. When I reached up,

man in a black suit with expensive leather

a word, he sat on the bed and touched my face.

he kept stroking my face, saying quietly, “A model’s face really is well-maintained. Smooth as

rub my aching head and sit up. My vision cleared to

hair was

are you?” I croaked. “Why

reached for my face again. “Astrid

head, confused. “Don’t you remember?” he

your fiancé. You’re

headboard, rubbing my throbbing

and walked to a nearby table.

handed it to me. “Doctor says you’ve got a concussion. That’s why you’ve lost

smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t

married, I’ll help you

“No rush to get your memory back. With me here, it’ll

anything about this man,

‘Really?” I asked, skeptical.

some guy, and having a friend I’d

couldn’t picture what he looked like or remember my friend’s

tried to recall

Astrid Wilson… What’s yours?” I bit my lip, studying his