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.”

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

always crushed on

doubt that. Isn’t he clearly trying to hide how worried he is? Even his smoking seems like a

cold look. “You sure that when you split up, she said she was

“If something happened to

hair done for the press conference announcing Blake’s

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checked their movements and communications. Nothing

she followed them, she ran into trouble in that area

expression hardened, determination flashing in his eyes.

turned

Astrid’s POV

fancy round bed, my head throbbing. When I reached up, I felt

opened silently. A man in a black suit with expensive leather shoes stepped

he sat on the bed and touched

saying quietly, “A model’s face really is

rub my aching head and sit up. My vision cleared to reveal a strange man watching

I was wearing some ridiculous princess dress with frills. My hair was loose with

croaked. “Why am I

smiled and reached for my face

head, confused. “Don’t you remember?”

You’re going to

leaned back against the headboard, rubbing my

and walked to a nearby table. “You were in

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

reach his eyes. “Don’t worry. We’re getting married

I’ll help

softly. “No rush to get your memory back. With me here,

this man, but my mind was completely

‘Really?” I asked, skeptical.

to some guy, and having

what he looked like

existed, but whenever I tried to recall details, my mind went blank and my head

name’s Astrid Wilson… What’s yours?” I bit my