Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1265 - 1243: Afraid I’ll Peek at You?

After hanging up the phone, Chu Xinyue’s heart was racing, and her cheeks felt a little hot.

It felt like she was about to do something very sacred.

The wind had been rising at night these days, it was a bit chilly. She went to his cloakroom and picked out a few warm coats for him.

She also had Xiaotao go to the kitchen to pack a bowl of the soup that wasn’t finished yet in an insulated container.

She made it yesterday—a simple soup with white radish, pork ribs, and yam.

Light and refreshing, it replenishes energy and alleviates weakness.

These past few years in the Ya Family, with nothing to do, cooking was one of her few hobbies to pass the time.

She also learned quite a bit of the art of making soup.

Every time she thought of it, she hoped that one day he would come back and taste the soup she made herself.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity never came.

After preparing everything, Chu Xinyue asked the driver to get the car ready and went out the door.

...

The car stopped by the Chu Family.

Chu Yanhan felt very pleased to see the two sisters going out together.

He never thought that the relationship between his two daughters would slowly mend.

Although the two sisters did not have the kind of surface-level intimacy seen in other families, he could tell that Xinyue was already trying hard to get close to the family.

And Jiayi was a broad-minded child who didn’t dwell on the past.

As things stand now, it’s already quite good.

With George and the Royal Family’s guards accompanying his two daughters, Chu Yanhan was at ease.

The situation outside has calmed down quite a bit recently.

Chu Xinyue picked up Jiayi, and the car headed towards the military base.

The weather in Southeast Asia was like a child’s face, changing at will, especially recently, with showers every afternoon and evening.

It started raining again on the way.

The Royal Family’s car smoothly entered the military base, stopping in front of the imposing and dignified Anti-Terrorism Command Department Building.

The driver got out in the rain to inquire at the entrance from the sergeant.

Returning to the car, he said, "The Crown Prince just finished a meeting with several generals, and Mr. Huo was accompanied by a few generals to the nearby VIP building to rest. The Crown Prince is alone in the conference room."

Chu Xinyue acknowledged softly, picked up the bag with clothes and the insulated container, but noticed that Jiayi hadn’t moved, and couldn’t help but pause, "You’re not getting out?"

"You’re going to give clothes to Brother-in-law. Why should I be a third wheel? I’ll wait here for you." Jiayi tilted her head.

Chu Xinyue was a bit nervous but eventually bit her lip and got out of the car.

The driver saw the rain was still a bit heavy and quickly said, "I’ll go borrow an umbrella first."

Chu Xinyue looked at the few steps to the building, "No need, it’s just a few steps."

Saying that, she hurriedly braved the rain up the steps and entered the building.

...

The temporarily set-up counter-terrorism meeting room had a sand model of the city’s panoramic view and a domestic map.

Compared to an ordinary meeting room, it felt more somber and murderous.

Ya Chen sat on a swivel chair with his eyes closed. Although resting, he was still pondering over the meeting’s content.

Suddenly, he heard the door creak lightly and nimble footsteps approaching.

His keen sense of hearing detected the steps of a woman.

The Anti-Terrorism Command Building area was all men.

Even the orderly soldiers were all men.

His face slightly changed. Could it be Lan Yurou again?

She was even bolder today, actually barging in.

What were the orderly soldiers doing?

"Get out." He suddenly shouted sternly.

Chu Xinyue stopped in her tracks, not expecting that upon entering, she’d be greeted with those words.

Seeing the person didn’t leave, he got angrier and slapped the conference table beside him, "I’ll say it again, go back!"

She took a deep breath, shook the rain off the bag, and placed it on the conference table, "Hmm."

His body felt like it was scalded by a spark, almost making him jump up.

It was her?!

She came.

The anger receded like a tide, leaving him with some embarrassment and helplessness.

"I made soup at home and came to bring you some, along with a couple of warm coats. Sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t like being disturbed. I’ll leave now."

She lowered her head, turned, and walked towards the door.

"Wait a moment." He stood up with a swipe, biting his teeth.

She stopped in her tracks, "Is there anything else?"

He frowned, "I didn’t know it was you."

Those few words instantly brightened her mood.

He wasn’t cursing at her.

She said lightly, "I know. But, I still won’t disturb you. The soup and clothes are on the table. I’m leaving."

His face darkened.

He used to desperately want her to come back, yearning desperately to see him for a moment.

Now she was fleeing so fast.

Had this woman taken the wrong medicine?

As she wanted to leave, he just didn’t want her to go.

Outside, lightning and thunder roared, the rain hadn’t stopped yet.

He could smell the dampness emanating from her.

Frowning.

Knowing it’s been raining a lot lately, and going out without an umbrella?

"Stop."

She was surprised, looking at him, "Is there anything else?"

"How am I supposed to drink by myself?" he coldly retorted.

She paused, went over to open the insulated container, poured out the steaming soup, placed it in front of him, and handed him the silver spoon, helping him find his bearings.

He handed the spoon back to her.

She was stunned.

"Feed me."

"Feed you?" Didn’t he not need assistance with meals?

He could feel the scalding steam of the soup, frowning, his expression carried a hint of haughty adorableness, "Hot."

She had no choice but to sit down, blowing on each spoonful to cool it before feeding it into his thin lips.

He might not have had the appetite to eat for several days, as he finished the entire insulated container of soup and water.

Though the military surely arranged everything for his daily needs, it’s definitely not the same as being at home.

Before long, the whole bowl of soup was empty.

Chu Xinyue packed up the soup, "Then I won’t bother you anymore."

She just stood up, ready to leave, but heard his indifferent voice, "Your clothes are soaked."

As she fed him the soup, his fingertips occasionally brushed her sleeves.

Damp, partially dried.

She paused, looking down at her body.

Busy serving him soup, she didn’t even notice that she’d been soaked through.

He raised the metal cane, pointing in front, "There’s a cabinet over there with clean disposable towels."

Her breath caught, quickly saying, "No need, I’ll fix it when I get back."

"It’s at least forty minutes back on the road. Remember, your body isn’t the same as others. At this time, I don’t want to be distracted by you having an episode and getting called back by Dad again."

His tone was cold yet decisive.

She finally said nothing, walked to the cabinet, and took out a towel, intending to find a bathroom or lounge outside, when the man’s voice drifted in:

"Where are you going? Just wipe yourself here."

This woman, barging in here, this is a military base, almost entirely a man’s place!

It certainly isn’t her boudoir!

Even the restroom only has male facilities.

Did she want to be caught naked by someone?

"Here?" Chu Xinyue was startled.

He snorted, "Afraid I’ll peek at you?"

Her face flushed, true.

Even though she knew he couldn’t see, she still turned her back, took off her clothes, and used the towel to dry herself.