Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 184 - 182: Say It Again, Hold Me

It’s not like she hasn’t seen his body before.

But every time she saw it again, she embarrassingly couldn’t keep her composure.

"What’s wrong? Not going to sleep?"

Huo Zhenyang supported himself on his arms on the bed, looking at her displeasedly, and forcefully patted the bed.

Her cheeks turned a deep red in an instant.

Jiayi told herself that unless he wanted to fulfill the last remaining task of their agreement, she would definitely sleep on the adjacent sofa today.

She mumbled, "It’s nothing. You go to sleep, I’ll sleep over here," as she picked up the pillow and blanket she had prepared earlier.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes turned sharp, "Even if it’s just an act, can’t you show a little dedication? Sleep on the sofa? What are you going to say when the maid comes in and sees? Is it that difficult to share a bed with me?"

Before Jiayi could say anything, Huo Zhenyang had already picked her up and with a "bang," tossed her onto the soft, plush bed.

She fell in a heap, her head buried in the thick, soft mattress, her little rear sticking up in the air right towards him, and the pink lace of her underwear was peeping from beneath her nightgown.

His face flushed, inexplicably feeling some heat, and he took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress the impulse within him.

She had waited for him at the airport for almost a day yesterday, and then had taken several hours’ flight today; she definitely couldn’t handle his roughhousing.

At this point, Jiayi also sensed the stillness in the air and quickly climbed up, only then did she see him silently staring at her... rear.

She pulled down her nightgown and said with difficulty, "Let’s... let’s go to sleep."

Huo Zhenyang kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and with a press of his hand, turned off the light.

The entire bedroom plunged into darkness and silence.

Jiayi curled up in the corner of the large bed, closed her eyes, but then felt a force pulling her in and holding her tightly in his embrace.

Her heart, which had just settled, started to pound violently again, "You’re not going to... "

He surely wasn’t going to continue the task in the agreement.

Huo Zhenyang guessed what she wanted to say, a teasing and lazy voice floated down from above her head, "Going to do what?"

"You’re not going to do that thing... right?" She was so tired that day, continuously on the go, whether physically or mentally, and she didn’t even know if she could ask for a leave.

Although the moonlight filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling window was faint, he still saw the weariness on her face. He said indifferently, "Do you think I’m a robot? Even robots need to recharge."

His chin rested on her head while his long arm firmly encircled her slender waist, he commanded in a muffled voice, "Close your eyes. Go to sleep."

Relieved, she thought, fortunately, this man could feel tired too. Being held by him, surrounded by his scent, it was a subtle male fragrance; rich, natural, and elegant, yet there was an intense sense of domination and possession.

His arms were deft and strong, encircling her tightly as though they were ancient vines.

As he held her, Jiayi almost couldn’t breathe. Sometimes she would give a slight push, and it seemed like he realized he was holding her too tightly and relaxed his grip a little, but within seconds, his strength returned and he would envelop her so tightly she couldn’t breathe again.

This brute force and domineering nature, aside from frightening Jiayi, also made her somewhat doubtful.

It was different from his usual assertiveness; his embrace that night somehow seemed to convey an unspoken tension and fear...

Tension and fear of losing her.

As if he was afraid that by loosening his grip even slightly, the little bird in his arms would grow wings and fly away.

No.

She must be mistaken; how could this man be nervous and fearful?

It was more plausible that he’d make others feel that way.

Suddenly, he shifted his body.

Pulled back from her reverie to reality, she felt a tightening behind her, a surge of even more intense masculine warmth engulfing her.

He rested his head by her ear and whispered low, "Turn around and hug me."

Not only did he want to embrace her, but he also wanted her to embrace him.

She was startled and before she could react, he mistook her hesitation for avoidance and his voice took on a tone of displeasure, "I’ll say it again, hug me."

Aside from command, the man’s tone carried a thick, childlike quality.

Jiayi couldn’t help but laugh through her tears; left with no choice, she turned around to nestle into his broad embrace like a soft, pink piglet, her slender arms opening to encircle his lean and muscular waist.

This position, compared to being bear-hugged from behind while asleep, was much closer and more in line with the "embrace and sleep" arrangement.

She breathed in his breaths and finally got used to the force with which he held her.

A man’s embrace like this could drown a woman in rapture, easily muddling her thoughts.

Having already started to lead a sweet and peaceful life anew in H City, was coming back with him a mistake, or was it right?

However, Jiayi also understood, whether it was wrong or right, this man might never let her go again.

Apart from that time on Suwang Island when she had a fever and found herself in his arms while half-conscious, this was the first time she willingly embraced and slept with him while fully aware.

Jiayi thought she would be uncomfortable, perhaps even tense the whole time, but unexpectedly, it was like falling into a warm and secure haven; gradually, she felt at peace, and her mind and limbs relaxed.

After a while, her consciousness began to fade, and she fell asleep.

She had been on a plane for several hours, followed by the journey to Huo Garden.

She was too tired from the trip.

The man’s arm had been her pillow, cushioning the back of her head as he listened to her sweet and regular breathing, as if that was the only way he could feel settled.

How many years had it been since he felt such solidity?

Only during his childhood, while his mother was still alive, did he experience this sensation.

His mother’s health was always frail, often sick every other day; even on her better days she was pale, her fragile smile barely masking her weakness.

In his memory, the wives and ladies of other business circles were always beaming and luxuriant; they spent their days attending this event or that gathering.

But his mother, due to a genetic family illness and further weakened by giving birth, would spend most days at home in a sickly state, very different from the other wives.

Aside from holding him and telling stories, his mother never accompanied him outdoors for outings or played with him in the backyard like other mothers did with their sons.

Even storytelling proved too much, as she lacked the energy to finish a complete tale.

At that time, the Huo Group was on the rise, and Huo Tianpei spent little time at home, as he was usually traveling across the country or around the world.

The young boy always feared that his mother might suddenly leave this world; even more frightening was the prospect of her passing with only him by her side, without his father’s company—it would be too lonely.

So, he formed a habit; every day he liked to lie by his mother’s bed, whether she was napping or going to sleep at night.

He would hold onto his mother’s arm, watching her take her medication, ensuring she slept soundly with even breaths, before obediently returning to his own room.