Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1238 - 1216: This Scene Is a Little Adorable
The servant thoughtfully brought her heart medication, handed it to her, and gave her a glance reminding her to take care of her health.
Chu Xinyue blushed, hurriedly shut the door.
Once inside, she pushed aside the dossiers and documents on Ya Chen’s desk and stacked them up, turning the desk into a temporary dining table.
Then, she placed his breakfast properly and poured the milk.
He was familiar with every corner of the house, almost like someone with normal vision.
But today was the first time he had breakfast at the desk, not knowing the layout, he reached for the spoon and missed.
"Let me help you." Chu Xinyue put down her bowl and chopsticks, promptly walked over, scooped a spoonful of soup, and brought it to his thin lips.
His face immediately collapsed.
She didn’t notice his change in mood, thinking he hadn’t heard, continued to move the spoon towards his mouth: "I’ll feed you."
"Who told you to feed me? Do you think I’m a three-year-old child!" His tall, handsome nose turned a shade of crimson, speaking through gritted teeth.
Then, with a flick of his arm, the spoon was accidentally knocked over, and the boiling soup spilled onto his pants.
He seemed to not notice the heat, picked up the spoon from the desk, and this time accurately scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, seemingly proving angrily that he was very capable, not dependent.
Chu Xinyue then realized, she had crossed his biggest taboo!
She thought he needed someone to serve him while eating, but he was actually perfectly capable.
After a while, she spoke: "Sorry, I thought you needed help eating."
Ya Chen’s expression slightly changed.
He realized, he couldn’t blame her.
Over the years, he had never shared a meal with her.
So she didn’t know he had always been able to eat on his own.
Besides self-care, he could do much more.
Much more than she imagined.
The anger on his face subsided a bit, he spoke lightly, belatedly furrowed his brows: "It’s burning."
Chu Xinyue couldn’t help but find this amusing, this reflex arc is a bit long, isn’t it?
Still, she went to the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, and handed it to him to wipe the soup stains.
He wiped for a while, couldn’t dry it, instructed: "There’s a hairdryer in the bathroom. Bring it here."
She took out the hairdryer, plugged it in, handed it to him, and then carried the towel back to the bathroom.
When she returned, she saw him holding the hairdryer, aimed it at his crotch, and was blowing hot air.
She paused, well, this is actually a good idea, he is smart.
But...
Don’t know if it’s the principle of thermal expansion, in the middle of his trousers, a big bulge, all puffed up.
Like a balloon, it was blown up.
Knowing it was simply because his pants were too loose, so it expanded, she still didn’t know where to look.
"What are you doing?" He heard her footsteps coming out of the bathroom, raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Nothing."
"Then eat. I’ll finish blowing and then eat." He furrowed his brows again, continuing to leisurely blow his big shorts with the hairdryer.
Didn’t know if it was an illusion, she actually felt the scene was kind of—cute.
Restraining her thoughts, she retracted her gaze, hurriedly sat by the desk.
...
Night fell.
Chu Xinyue didn’t expect that Ya Chen not only did morning exercises but also night exercises.
He’s truly a very disciplined and self-controlled man.
Watching him finish exercising, she faced the problem of sleeping arrangements.
No matter how they divided it, the study only had one couch suitable for sleeping.
The other person could only sleep on the floor.
Chu Xinyue was about to lay a thin blanket on the carpet when Ya Chen picked up a lumbar pillow and walked toward the desk: "You sleep first."
"Where will you sleep then?"
Although he couldn’t see, he was intimately familiar with every detail of his room, expertly placing two chairs together, covering them with an air-conditioning blanket, then putting the lumbar pillow on it.
Was he preparing to sleep on the chairs?
The chairs were hard; wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?
Especially since he still had injuries on his back.
She walked over and lay on the makeshift bed formed by the chairs first: "I’ll sleep on the chairs, you sleep on the couch."
He raised an eyebrow, apparently unhappy she was taking his spot: "Get up."
She stubbornly remained: "It’s okay, since I injured you, I’ll take responsibility..."
He noticed her stubbornly clinging to the chairs and his face suddenly turned grim, his authority heavily challenged, he lifted her arm, wrapped it around his neck, and picked her up!
In the unlit darkness, she couldn’t see, but for him, it had become natural.
Judging his position, he took two steps to the couch side, accurately deposited her onto the couch.
As he released her, he withdrew his hand.
Her body suddenly light, fearing a fall, reflexively called out, gripping his collar.
He instinctively held her tight, but felt a soft, plush sensation in his palm.
A brief pause, he instantly realized what it was!
Damn it!
Grabbed the wrong place!
Like touching a spark, heat radiated through his breath as he quickly withdrew his hand, turned away, and walked briskly to the chairs.
She watched him flee from her with a flushed face, then drag the chair far away, finally lying down in a corner of the study.
**
Two days later.
Ya Chen’s injuries were nothing serious now.
Once dressed, it was unnoticeable.
Chu Xinyue, upon stepping out, immediately went to check on Xiaotao in the servants’ quarters.
Fortunately, Xiaotao’s injuries had healed quite a bit, she’d broke her fever yesterday, and there was no inflammation, aside from needing a period of bed rest, there were no other serious issues.
She felt at ease again.
Xiaotao, propping up her weak body, cautiously asked: "Second Miss, have you and the Crown Prince been staying in the study the past two days?"
Chu Xinyue wasn’t surprised.
Though the Ya Family was large, there were no secrets.
The fact that she and Ya Chen were in the same room had spread throughout the Ya Family.
Even Xiaotao, bedridden, had heard about it.
She nodded: "Yes."
Xiaotao almost forgot her injuries, sat up quickly, and sharply took a breath: "It’s true? I thought the servants were mistaken when they said... how could the Crown Prince... you two..."
Chu Xinyue knew what Xiaotao wanted to ask: "The two of us didn’t do anything."
Xiaotao had different thoughts, believing that the Crown Prince spending two days in the same room with the Second Miss was already a significant progress!
The Crown Prince rarely returned home, and when he did, he never seemed to have any intention of approaching the Second Miss!
She couldn’t even feel her wound’s pain anymore: "Second Miss, has the Crown Prince had a change of heart?"
Chu Xinyue didn’t think so, even after spending the past two days in the same room with him, he still kept his distance from her.
Yet Xiaotao’s suggestion kindled a glimmer of hope in her.
...
Chu Xinyue spent an entire day accompanying Xiaotao.
Only by evening did she instruct the maid sharing the room to take good care of Xiaotao, and left.
She’d barely stepped out of the servants’ quarters when she was approached by a servant saying Ya Qianhuai wanted her to come for dinner, and Ya Chen was invited too.
