Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 377 - 375 Working in His T-shirt

Jiayi felt utterly helpless and was dying of regret; she swore that from now on, she wouldn’t even spare a second glance at this man’s belongings!

The accusation from Sister Hui and that man’s cold, icy gaze, enough to freeze someone to death, had her sweating profusely: "I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to do it."

"You were so late today, I would have let it slide since it’s your first day, but how could you not even handle such a simple task?" Sister Hui scolded. She glanced at Huo Zhenyang and, though she didn’t speak, her face read: She should have never been allowed to work as a maid here, isn’t this just causing trouble?

"I swear, I won’t make this mistake again." Jiayi was nearly swearing on her life and then asked timidly, "I won’t get my pay docked, right?"

Saying a hundred sorry’s is fine, just please don’t deduct from my pay; otherwise, today’s efforts would all be for nothing.

"Would you learn your lesson if I didn’t dock your pay?" Sister Hui crossed her arms at her waist.

Jiayi muttered, "It’s just a box of medicine after all. If worse comes to worst, I can go buy another box."

How much could a box of vitamins possibly cost? It was surely much better than getting her salary docked.

Sister Hui’s eyes nearly shot fire: "What do you mean ’just a box of medicine’? That is—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Huo Zhenyang spoke in a heavy tone, "Enough, Sister Hui, you may go down."

Knowing the young master had been out meeting clients all day and was exhausted, Sister Hui dared not say more upon seeing the fatigue etched on his face. She glared at Jiayi, "What are you still standing around for? Do you want to annoy Mr. Huo? Come downstairs with me!"

Carrying a small bucket and with her head hung low, Jiayi took a deep breath, expecting another storm of criticism downstairs. She didn’t even know how to plead if her pay really was to be deducted.

Just as she was about to follow Sister Hui downstairs, the man’s voice floated over:

"The work upstairs isn’t finished; why go downstairs? I hired her to be a maid, not for her amusement."

Sister Hui hastily said, "I was worried you’d be displeased to see her," but upon realizing the young master was not inclined to let her off, she chided sternly, "Then you’d better finish your work properly and not make any more mistakes, you hear?"

With that, Sister Hui turned and descended the stairs.

Jiayi, though reluctant to go downstairs, felt an even heavier and colder atmosphere upstairs.

She looked up and saw him loosening his collar, his handsome face laden with fatigue, but his deep eyes still filled with cold intent.

She blurted out, "Mr. Huo, I will clean up properly. I won’t make the same mistake again."

His gaze flickered slightly as he moved towards Jiayi, ever so gradually closing in, sizing up the petite woman in front of him.

Maybe because she had come straight from work in Yundu, she was still in her office outfit, a white short-sleeved blouse and a black pencil skirt, only topped with a maid’s apron. She had changed from high heels to flat slippers upon entering the house, as Sister Hui was worried about her damaging the expensive wooden floor.

The oversized, loose-fitting maid’s apron couldn’t hide her slender waist and well-proportioned legs.

To maintain a figure like a young girl after having a child, youth indeed is an asset.

This young woman was clearly very young now; she probably hadn’t even come of age when she was pregnant.

Remembering what Zaizai had told him at the hospital that day, his lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of scorn.

Such a young age and not learning well, getting pregnant before marriage, what is she if not a delinquent girl?

Considering her clever and scheming son, presumably the man who got her pregnant wasn’t any better.

The man’s gaze was like a leopard lurking in the jungle—deep, sharp, always ready to pounce.

Jiayi’s heart skipped a beat; this suffocating feeling of being cornered reminded her of a dream she previously had.

Over the years, she had often been caught in the same dream again and again.

From her time with the Chu Family to returning to Yunling City.

This dream had no color, shrouded in gray, without any sight of the surroundings, not even the gender and appearance of the other person could be seen.

In the dream, she felt pursued step by step by someone, then scorched by the person’s breath—

She snapped out of her brief daze, surreptitiously pinched her leg, and brought herself back to reality.

By now, Huo Zhenyang had stopped walking, frowning slightly, unable to hide a trace of disdain in his eyes, "Dressed like that, can you get any work done?"

Jiayi was startled before she realized why he had been sizing her up.

She had rushed over right after work, without time to change, clad in a tight-fitting shirt and A-line skirt, as if bound up, restricted, of course it wasn’t very convenient, what would be a few minutes’ job of reaching up to wipe a cupboard could take more than ten minutes.

"Change clothes," the man commanded.

Change clothes? Whose clothes?

Jiayi paused, taken aback.

Huo Zhenyang walked straight to the wardrobe, with a whoosh, he pulled open the closet door and casually tossed a piece of clothing into her hands, "Put it on! Remember to bring looser clothes next time!"

She looked down to see it was a loose-fitting men’s white T-shirt, its logo indicating that it was not cheap.

She wasn’t sure how much it cost, only that the cheapest clothes from this brand likely amounted to several months of her salary.

She couldn’t help but look up, "It’s fine."

"It’s fine? It’s my time you’re wasting by working slowly. Do you want to stay in the villa overnight? I don’t care if you’re a white-collar worker at Yundu Company during the day, at night, when you’re here, you’re my domestic worker, and you’ll listen to me," his frown deepened, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

Jiayi could no longer protest and took his T-shirt into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, she emerged, her office shirt, pencil skirt, and apron gone, the men’s T-shirt hanging loosely on her in a Boy-Friend style, revealing two slender and well-proportioned legs underneath.

His body was tall and well-proportioned, robust and extremely fit, wearing a large size, while Jiayi was delicate and petite. Donning his T-shirt, there was a contrasting sexiness, which caused quite the visual impact.

Sexiness?

His gaze held a moment of concentration. How could he associate that word with this woman?

A single mother whose child was old enough to run errands—what did that have to do with sexiness?

Meanwhile, Jiayi didn’t waste much time. The loose T-shirt she had changed into was indeed much more comfortable. She picked up the cloth and continued to wipe the furniture.

Huo Zhenyang turned and entered the bathroom, and after five minutes, the sound of running water echoed from inside.

After his shower, he came out in his pajamas; the young woman was cleaning windows near the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Because the glass was high, Jiayi, who was petite, had found a chair to stand on.

The edge of the oversized men’s T-shirt fluttered with the movement of her arms, constantly pulling up.

The two straight, slender legs were boldly displayed in his view.

Thinking he was still in the bathroom, the young woman cleaned the glass leisurely, humming a popular song, seemingly enjoying herself.

...She seemed quite happy.