Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 16: It’s All His Alone

The Hao Ting Luxury Hotel at night, like a resplendently glittering palace, stood proudly in the prime CBD area of the city.

At the entrance, hotel executives and a group of attendants stood waiting.

A black sports car stopped at the hotel entrance.

A middle-aged man in a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses, who looked rather arrogant, stepped forward first, "Mr. Huo has arrived."

The Hao Ting Luxury Hotel was one of the Huo Group’s assets in G City.

This man was the hotel’s highest management official, the general manager Chen Yaozu, who had personally received numerous political figures and members of the foreign royal families visiting G City. Usually too proud to take notice of ordinary people, he now had a face full of flattery as he personally opened the car door to welcome the person inside out.

Huo Zhenyang stepped out holding the girl who had fallen asleep in his arms, his long legs moving towards the hotel’s main entrance.

The employees on both sides held their breath, ready for the president’s instructions at any moment.

All of a sudden, the man paused and his voice carried out, "Is the room ready?"

"Ready, the presidential suite on the forty-fifth floor. Also, the bathwater and clothes were all prepared," Chen Yaozu said hastily.

The man didn’t speak, but looked down at the little figure tightly wrapped in his suit jacket, through which not even a breath of night wind could penetrate.

The girl was like a baby, her red lips glistening with a droplet of saliva, sleeping soundly.

He couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips slightly, hugging the girl tighter as he walked into the hotel.

A group of people followed behind, their eyes wide with surprise.

The Huo Group’s President, known for being distant from women and for his stern, taciturn demeanor, was actually holding a girl in his arms and even showing a smile-like expression for the girl he held...

Had the sun risen from the west?

Holding the unconscious Jiayi, Huo Zhenyang stepped into the CEO’s private elevator.

The elevator, equipped with advanced voice control, ascended to the special presidential suite on the forty-fifth floor.

Upon reaching the forty-fifth floor, the suite door had already been opened with a key card by the attendants, who stood ready to receive the guests.

Huo Zhenyang strode in, his long leg kicking the door shut behind him.

Inside the bathroom, the sound of running water murmured; the bath had been readied in advance.

He walked to the bathroom door, which was now clouded with steam, shrouding everything in a white haze; the large Jacuzzi bath’s water was at just the right temperature.

.

"Mmmm..." Jiayi seemed to notice the rising temperature and the removal of her clothes, and subconsciously murmured a protest, wriggling restlessly in his arms.

"You’re covered in sweat; it’s time for a bath," Huo Zhenyang tried to soften his tone a bit.

"... No, don’t, don’t wash me, you bully..." Although she was far from clear-headed, Jiayi somehow knew she shouldn’t let him take advantage of her and struggled again.

If he didn’t wash her, then who would? Surely he wasn’t thinking of letting the hotel staff assist?

Even if it were female staff, he wasn’t willing to allow them to see the smooth, tender body he now held, or to touch and rub it.

No matter what, she was, nominally, his woman.

She belonged to Huo Zhenyang, and to him alone.

"Good girl, you’re reeking of alcohol and sweat; if you don’t wash, be careful your little heart may grow worms, and your skin might rot away," the man moderated his tone, softly threatening as he soothed the little wildcat wriggling in his arms.

Jiayi knitted her brows, pouted her lush lips, and finally quieted down. After pondering for a while, she warned with what dignity she could muster in his arms, "Okay... but you can’t look, and you can’t move around aimlessly... and you especially can’t..."

Before she finished, her eyelids drooped heavily, and she fell back into slumber.

Huo Zhenyang’s brows furrowed, but a laugh escaped him as he hugged the girl closer and stepped towards the bathtub.

*

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, heralding another bright day.

When Jiayi woke up, her head still spinning from a hangover, she sat on the edge of the bed for a long while before recalling the events from yesterday until now.

After the effects of alcohol had hit her brain, she was carried to a hotel, and there was a crowd of people waiting at the hotel entrance.

Then... that man insisted she was dirty and had to bathe her!

During the bath, did that man do anything?

She couldn’t remember... all she remembered was being tossed into the bathtub by Huo Zhenyang.

The jacuzzi jets, accompanied by the flowing water, made her feel utterly relaxed.

What happened after that, she had no recollection at all!

Oh, God—

Jiayi’s face became flushed with heat, wishing she could kick herself away!

Hastily glancing down, she noticed her dress from yesterday was gone, replaced with a set of pajamas.

Why hadn’t she refused at that time? Alcohol was truly misleading—

Jiayi’s heart was pounding fiercely.

However, her body had no other reactions...

Being completely inebriated last night, she must have looked a mess, which probably didn’t pique his interest to do anything, maybe just to feast his eyes as if enjoying ice cream?

Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief for the moment and looked around the room.

It was a grand and luxurious European-style bedroom with golden chairs and coffee tables, and a chandelier from Italy.

She herself was perched on a Queen-size European bed, wider than a king-size, surrounded by blankets and pillows that had been tangled during her sleep.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling—" Just then, the phone by the bed rang.

Jiayi answered the phone, hearing a voice on the other end, very respectful, "Miss Luo, are you awake? Do you need us to send up your breakfast now? Huo Zhenyang instructed that if Miss Luo awoke and needed anything, just say the word. We’ve got everything prepared for you."

Indeed, the hotel she was staying in belonged to the Huo Group.

The Huo family really dominated G City with an uncontested influence, there was hardly an industry they weren’t involved in.

"Alright, thank you. However, I don’t need anything else for now," Jiayi replied, taking a deep breath. After the alcohol wore off, she was indeed hungry.

Since it belonged to that man’s family, she didn’t hold back.

While waiting for breakfast, Jiayi finished washing up, opened the wardrobe, and found it full of various styles of clothing with the tags still attached.

Next to it, a glass shoe cabinet contained new shoes, and at a glance, there were at least a hundred pairs, featuring flats, sandals, and leather boots, an overwhelming collection.

The dressing table was also laden with unopened new skincare products and cosmetics.

Even though Jiayi had amnesia, she still recognized these international brands that were constantly visible in advertisements—picking up a bottle of lotion or a box of powder was enough to make one’s mouth water with their price.

All these lady’s items seemed to have been just purchased and moved into the room.

Jiayi chose a loose bat-wing chiffon blouse and denim shorts to wear, then sat in front of the dressing table and combed her hair, right as room-service arrived.

A chef with a toque, blond hair, and blue eyes, personally wheeled the cart in, accompanied by Chen Yaozu.

"Miss Luo, I am the executive manager of Haoting, Mr. Chen. This gentleman is the executive chef of our hotel’s Western restaurant and is also a Michelin-starred chef who graduated from Le Cordon Bleu Culinary School in France, Luis. He has prepared your breakfast for today," Chen Yaozu said with a smile.