"Who is Helena?" Miley asked fearlessly. It was time to make him vulnerable. What made him think he could treat her as he wanted?
"Have your memories come back?" Dexter turned to look at her with coldness in his eyes.
"Your sister told me today. You still love Helena." She replied plainly.
Miley was shocked when she was thrown backwards. Startled, she immediately fastened her seat belt tightly and looked at Dexter with a hint of resentment in her eyes.
His phone suddenly rang. When he saw that it was his secretary, Amelia, he immediately answered it through his Bluetooth headphones.
"What's the matter?"
"Mr. Morris, the Education minister wants to talk to you."
"Tell him that I'll call him back in twenty minutes." He then hung up the phone and parked his car at the roadside.
"I have something to deal with in the company, so take a taxi home." Dexter drove Miley out of the car without hesitation.
Miley was a person with high self-esteem, and she knew that her husband had no affection for her. So she pushed the door open and got out of the car without saying anything.
She then slammed the car door as if secretly venting her dissatisfaction.
Dexter just glanced at her indifferently and then started the car.
It was late when she arrived at Vineyard Villa.
"Miss Miley, you're back." The moment she entered the villa, Tina greeted her.
"Yes." Miley smile. She subconsciously turned around and saw his tall figure emitting a cold aura.
She was about ten meters away from him, but she felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet, making her tremble.
"Why are you coming so late?" He questioned.
"Because I had dinner with Sam," Miley replied.
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Dexter was a little flustered. When she looked at him, her eyes were always full of intense love.
As he remained silent, Miley walked upstairs.
After she came downstairs, she glanced down and suddenly saw Dexter, holding a brown jacket.
The look on her face changed as she rushed down and said, "Why did you touch my stuff!"
"It's a man's jacket," Dexter held the jacket, and sneered, "Gucci customized. It's worth a fortune."
Miley reached out a hand to try grasping the jacket, "It's Sam's jacket."
Dexter dodged Miley, then grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the jacket broken.
Miley stood fluttering her eyelashes in disbelief. She was so infuriated that even her eyes turned red.
"What are you doing? I need to return it to him." She said.
Dexter took a bank card out of his pocket, threw it on the table and said, "Give it to Sam."
"You're such a jerk!"
Mercilessly, Miley lashed out at him, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Dexter grabbed her. "Do you wish to die?"
Miley turned, and glared at him, her eyes filled with rage as she shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are?" She sneered, "You and your sister love to bully people."
After that, she struggled, but he didn't release her, and it made her even more engraved. "Let go of me!"
Narrowing his dark eyes, he shot daggers at her with his eyes. "Miley Hudson."
"Why are you shouting my name? I don't remember you and you don't treat me with respect. Why are you getting married to me if you hate me that much? Just file a divorce or something. I'm not clinging onto you anymore nor am I leeching off. I don't need you and you don't need me... Then, let's divorce."
Dexter was thunderstruck at that very moment. He's benumbed even.
The subject of divorce was the least that he expected to hear from Miley.
After all, he knew she loved him - so, so much that he couldn't even imagine to what degree exactly. He wasn't just assuming things when he said that, especially since she never stopped displaying her affection no matter how rough things became for her nor how much he kept responding indifferently.
Right now, though, Miley had straight up slapped divorce on his face, making Dexter realize the true gravity of this amnesia of hers.
For what seems like a fraction of an eternity, Dexter only remains silent and continues exchanging looks with Miley, a rioting storm of emotions starting to stir within him.
"Oh, what's with that look...?" Miley chimed in again, smirking knowingly.
Meanwhile, Tristan and Tina who were eavesdropping widened their eyes in shock.
Miley could feel the temperature dropping and the air around thickening. As Dexter musters a tyrannical expression, a deep scowl marring his frame, she can't help but shudder a little in fear.
"Don't be too cocky only because you lost all your memories for the past few years. You had no idea how much you kept pestering me the whole time." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her right into his arms.