Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1810

My heart belongs to you alone.

”

With a satisfied grin, Nathan encircled her waist with his arms and playfully tossed her onto the bed.

“We’re on our honeymoon.

How could you utter such painful words earlier? You deserve to be punished.

”

Lucinda ki*sed his chin and remarked, “It’s my mistake.

How would you like to penalize me?”

He gave her waist a playful squeeze and, in a husky voice, declared, “You know exactly what I desire.

I want you!”

While he talked, he leaned in and ki*sed her with a powerful display of ownership.

The sun had vanished entirely, leaving the city cloaked in darkness.

The presidential suite remained shrouded in darkness.

The romantic atmosphere remained concealed within the soft obscurity.

Lucinda didn’t resist, assuming he’d be content after their initial intimacy.

Little did she know, this was just the starting point.

The night stretched on, but it was truly delightful.

Due to the time zone difference, it was daytime in Cadiered.

Cyrus, concerned about Noelle, arrived to oversee the filming of her first soap opera following her recovery.

The role didn’t demand stellar performances from the actors and actresses, but Noelle’s acting still fell below the director’s minimum expectations.

Her memory disorder had caused her to forget how to perform on the camera.

In front of it, she was like a beginner once again.

With Cyrus present, the director refrained from scolding her and instead patiently took on the role of teaching her how to act.

Anxiety gripped Noelle so tightly that her dress bore the brunt of her clenched fists, and self-disappointment clouded her eyes.

Seeing the exhaustion on her face, Cyrus halted the shoot and had her sit before him.

He delicately dabbed the sweat from her forehead with a damp tissue.

“Thank you, Mr.

Simmons.

I can manage.

”

She maintained a polite and reserved demeanor around him.

Despite his inner pain, he offered her the tissue.

“You’ve been at it for hours.

How does it feel? Do you think you’ve gotten into the character?”

Noelle sighed, doubt evident as she shook her head.

“Did I… Did I win an acting award?”

“Indeed, your golden award sits in my villa.

You’ve laid eyes on it.

”

A medley of emotions played across her expression.

“Then why don’t I remember anything? Usually, with so many scenes shot, my acting skills should have improved, but I… I can’t get into the character.

”

She could tell that several hours had passed, but none of her takes seemed suitable for the final edited version of the film.

The director, though visibly frustrated, refrained from scolding her in the presence of Cyrus.

She was swamped with guilt, unsure of her next step.

Cyrus offered reassurance, saying, “I haven’t deceived you.

You’ve put in a lot of effort to achieve everything you have.

Noelle, you can’t give up.

It’s just an illness.

When you get better, you’ll remember

everything.

”

“Really?” Doubt clouded her eyes.

“Will I recover?”

Momentarily taken aback, Cyrus hesitated, and then nodded.

However, the truth was that Aldric had previously mentioned that her nerves had suffered permanent damage, and a full recovery would be a challenging endeavor.

Cyrus gave her arm a reassuring pat.

“Even if you can’t recall anything, it’s alright.

You’ll forever be my fiancée, and I’ll only marry you.

Whether or not you remember me doesn’t matter.

What I truly wish for is that you’ll stop pushing me away, avoiding me, and preventing me from getting close to you.

Give me a chance.

Let’s start anew.

”

Noelle lowered her head and remained lost in thought for quite some time.

Eventually, she gave a slow, absent-minded nod as if she hadn’t fully grasped what he had said.

“Well… It looks like I don’t possess any acting talent.

I felt utterly adrift in front of the camera.

Perhaps losing the memories of the past four years is also an opportunity for me to begin anew.

I could embrace a different way of life, don’t you think?”

Cyrus fought back his fear, his fingers trembling slightly, as he inquired, “What kind of changes are you planning to make?”

Was she uncertain about whether she wanted to be with him or not?

Did she not wish to be his fiancée?

Would she still be open to marrying him down the road?

With teary eyes, he anxiously gripped his hands, waiting for her response.