"You shouldn't be here, Sophia." Blake's voice was deep and raspy.

"Blake," I whispered his name, my voice trembling like an idiot, my fingers gently touching his face, caressing the rough stubble on his chin. "Do you really not remember me?"

The next second, his lips crashed into mine, kissing me fiercely as if he wanted to tear me apart, yet also as if he was searching for his lost self.

We fell onto the bed, my underwear was torn off and tossed aside.

His mouth moved from my collarbone to my chest, his tongue gently brushed against my nipple, sucking until I arched my back, my mind on fire.

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingertips exploring my wet entrance, slowly thrusting in and out. My moans and his groans intertwined.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." he growled, with a hint of familiar tenderness in his tone.

After her husband Blake lost his memory, Sophia was forced to sign divorce papers, only to discover she was unexpectedly pregnant after leaving. She raised her daughter Lily as a single mother, building her company from scratch. Three years later, Blake, now a business tycoon, acquires her company. Though he has no memory of their past, he finds himself drawn to Sophia's resilience during their power struggle. Meanwhile, Blake's mother Julianna and her lover Amanda have set up numerous conspiracies. Will Blake fully recover his memory and expose all their schemes? After experiencing betrayal and redemption, will Sophia trust Blake again?

Capturing My Amnesiac CEO Ex-Husband 

Chapter 30 

Sophia
I nearly choked on my water, coughing violently as heat rushed from my neck to my face. My ears were definitely tomato-red. "Lauren!" I wheezed between coughs, my voice hoarse and eyes watering from near-suffocation. I dabbed at my mouth with the tablecloth while shooting her a murderous gla...

Sophia

I nearly choked on my water, coughing violently as heat rushed from my neck to my face. My ears were definitely tomato-red. "Lauren!" I wheezed between coughs, my voice hoarse and eyes watering from near-suffocation. I dabbed at my mouth with the tablecloth while shooting her a murderous gla...

Chapter 17