Chapter 4

The next morning, Aria opened her eyes to an empty bed. Leon had kept her morning coffee on her bedside table as usual before leaving.

She drank it and got ready for work. When she got down to the living room, she sucked in a deep breath when she saw a certain person mopping the floors while her mother and brother were lying on the cushion with their legs on the glass table as they watched their early morning soap opera.

“Mother, why is Leon cleaning when the housekeeper will be here any minute?”

Emma scoffed without glancing towards her direction.

“Do you not see how dirty the house is? Dean ate a lot of snacks last night and littered the place as he watched his favorite show, and we might get a visitor any moment.”

“Who knows when the cleaning lady would get here to clear out this mess. And why wait for her and do nothing when there’s someone around to start cleaning while she makes it here?”

Aria’s gaze flickered between her mother and Leon, who had stopped mopping and was now staring at her with his innocent big eyes before she turned and began walking away while making a call to someone.

“Hello, doctor. Yes, about my husband, Is there a way to return his memories to him sooner? Is there something I can do to trigger the return of his memories? Anything. I would do anything.”

Behind her, the man’s blue eyes fell a little hearing her.

This woman…why was she in such a hurry to get rid of him? Did she get tired of seeing him around the house?

While he was staring at the door, Emma realized she was no longer hearing any movement and turned her head to look at him.

Seeing him stare into space, she snapped furiously, “Why did you stop? Dean can’t stand to be in a dirty environment for a long time, hurry up and finish cleaning!”

Leon’s first reaction was to glance at her coldly before he quickly realized he was still pretending to be an idiot. So he hurriedly pretended to be scared by her as usual and quickly began cleaning again.

“Did the temperature just drop in here or did I just flinch because he looked at me? This stupid idiot!” She quickly cussed him out when she flinched because of his cold eyes.

But when she took another look at him, she realized there was nothing out of the ordinary about him and just concluded she was being paranoid.

He was still just an idiot. She shrugged and turned her attention back to the soap opera.

In the afternoon, Emma went over to her friend’s house while Dean went out with his group of friends.

On days like this, Leon would sit in the living room biding the time for when Aria would return. But today, he was too worried to remain at home.

So he left the house and called someone to a hotel.

“Chairman Bartlett! You’re finally back! You have no idea how elated I was when I got your call. I almost thought my eyes were going to bulge out of its sockets and fall off as I spent every day for the past five years calculating how much money the company made every day and the assets it keeps on accumulating.”

“Now that you’re back, please sign this document and helm your company yourself!”

In the empty lounge of the five-star hotel, Leon leaned on the wall with a thoughtful look in his eyes while a middle-aged man decked in an expensive suit and leather shoe was half bent in a bow as he extended a document to him with both hands.

Instead of responding to what he said, Leon turned to him and asked curiosity, “Mr. Wyatt, are you married?”

“Yes, why do you ask?” Although confused at the unrelated question, the man nodded, still bowing.

“My wife is eager to divorce me. How do I make her change her mind?”

“Well, for one thing, you should…wait, wife? You’re married? When did you get married?.” Grant Wyatt didn’t know when he straightened up and shrieked in disbelief.

Leon glared at him, “Stop questioning me and tell me how.”

Grant immediately went silent and thought for a brief moment before he replied, “Well, for starters, women mostly like a man who’s rich, tall, a gentleman, and handsome. You pass all criteria if you ask me.”

“Right? I knew there was nothing wrong with me when I looked at myself in the mirror this morning.” Leon nodded in agreement and looked away from him.

“Exactly, so why would she want to divorce you?” Grant put away the document and inched closer to him.

“Her family’s pressuring her to.” Leon replied vaguely.

A confused Grant parted his lips to ask why a family would want their daughter to divorce a trillionaire when he spoke up again.

"So you see, I have something more important to do than sign some document that’d make me spend my time in an air-conditioned office putting on a suit.” Leon said slyly, eyeing the document in contempt.

Grant clenched his jaw tightly and sighed, “You’ve been absent for 5 years, don’t you want to know how the company’s doing?”

Leon shook his head and immediately began walking backward.

“I know you’re doing a good job and I want you to continue. That company was worth a few hundred billions when I left it to you, but now its worth is over hundreds of trillions, why would I want to take over it now?”

“Just pretend I didn’t come to you and continue what you’ve been doing.”

Grant didn’t relent and began chasing him, “At least go through your company’s financial report for the past five years and see how the company’s doing!”

However, Leon got into the elevator before he could get to him and waved at him from it. “No, thank you!”

The moment he said anything to Aria about owning a multi-trillion company, she might want to divorce him upon realizing his memories had returned. He couldn't take that risk.

He would bide his time and make her get overly attached to him before telling her he had regained his memory and his true identity. When that happened, she wouldn't want to divorce him.

Seconds before the elevator opened, his phone rang in his pocket and he took it out to see it was a restricted number.

Aria got him a phone so she could pass messages to him and he could pass messages to her. The only number he had in it was hers.

But he still picked up the call with the thought she could be the one calling with the company’s landline.

“Master Leon, I finally got through to you. The Bartlett family has been tryi–“

He hung up immediately and blocked the number.

As he got out of the elevator, he slipped his phone into his pocket, but frowned slightly when he realized he hadn’t heard the usual jingle from his waist.

He hurriedly glanced down at himself and sighed when he realized his house key was missing. He must’ve dropped it inside.

So he turned to go into the elevator again but mistakenly bumped into someone, stepping on his shoes.

“What? Are you blind?” The man seethed in front of him.

Knowing he was at fault here, Leon immediately apologized to the man without glancing at him, “My apologies.”

He was about to get into the elevator again when he heard a familiar voice yell behind him, “Leon? What are you doing in a five-star hotel?”

Mia Miller?