Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 427 - 425

She had once asked Hui Sister when she was in a good mood, wondering why she went through so much trouble—there were plenty of hangover remedies at the drugstore that were both affordable and worked quickly.

But Hui Sister gave her a look and said, who knew what kind of unknown substances were in those hangover remedies and whether they had side effects? Could they compare to a homemade one?

At the time, she almost rolled her eyes; it was just waking up from a hangover—was there a need to be so meticulous about it?

This man was truly precious; even taking hangover soup was such a hassle, with great trouble and effort, making her tired from having to watch the fire and waste time.

Finally, the soup was ready.

Jiayi turned off the stove, put on heat-resistant gloves, poured a bowl of hangover soup, and then carried it upstairs.

"Mr. Huo, your hangover soup is here," she said without knocking, calling out gently through the door.

There was no response from inside the bedroom.

The door wasn’t locked, she had done the polite thing, so she pushed open the door with her body, but paused slightly as she entered—there was no one on the bed or on the sofa.

Turning her head, she saw the light in the bathroom was on; he must be taking a bath, she guessed.

She set down the hangover soup and tentatively said, "Mr. Huo, I’ve placed the soup on the coffee table next to the sofa. You can have it slowly after you finish your bath."

From the bathroom, there was no response.

Nor was there any sound.

A thought struck her, and she felt slightly uneasy; glancing at the clock, she had been cooking hangover soup for almost two hours now. If he had started bathing when he got home, he couldn’t possibly be bathing till now, could he?

She couldn’t help but knock lightly on the bathroom door twice: "Mr. Huo, are you in there? Did you hear me talking?"

Still no sound.

If there had been the sound of running water in the bathroom, one might argue it drowned out her voice, but the silence in the bathroom was obvious.

She had an ominous feeling, and her heart was thudding wildly; she was responsible for taking care of him today, and if anything happened to him, she wouldn’t be able to escape blame. Finally, her hand slipped and fell on the expensive peachwood gold-plated doorknob, twisting it, "If you don’t respond, I’m coming in!"

She had been frightened by this man and could no longer withstand any slight shock.

The silence in the bathroom was still terrifying.

Determined, she turned the handle, stepped in, and was immediately enveloped in a cloud of steamy hot vapor.

In the whirlpool tub, the man’s arms were resting on the edges, his upper arm muscles slightly tensed, revealing elegant and powerful contours; he was reclining with his neck’s smooth, stretched lines, his profile like a sculpture, eyes tightly shut, unresponsive.

He truly was in the bathroom!

She hurried forward but still dared not get too close: "Mr. Huo—what’s wrong with you?"

Yet the man remained silent.

She could no longer concern herself with other things; she approached the whirlpool tub, crouched down, and tentatively placed a delicate finger under his upright nose, pausing for a few seconds.

He was breathing, alive!

She nearly cried with relief. Was it easy being a maid? Despite hating this man, she still had to worry about his life or death, but she couldn’t immediately feel happy—why wasn’t he responding?

Jiayi panicked again: "Mr. Huo, please wake up."

The man remained as still as a lone, serene statue, his long lashes quietly resting, casting two aquamarine shadows under his eyelids amidst the hazy steam, with no intention of opening his eyes.

Jiayi swallowed, and subconsciously pressed her cheek against his chest.

Oh, his heart was beating rhythmically and vigorously, almost like a bass drum.

Could it be that he passed out from being drunk?

Damn it, I don’t know how long he has been in here, but with the temperature so high, like in a sauna, he couldn’t have gone into shock from the steam, could he?

She hurriedly grabbed a dry towel and started wiping along the man’s strong arms and neck, her hand gripping the towel slid to his firm chest, paused for a moment, but then clenched her teeth and decided, what does it matter at this point, getting him out of here is what’s important—

Just as her delicate hand moved, she suddenly heard the sound of water splashing and her wrist was firmly grasped.

In the Jacuzzi, Huo Zhenyang straightened his upper body, sitting up a few centimeters, and coldly watched her, "What are you doing?"

His sudden reaction and movement startled her, "You’re okay?"

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes faintly lifted, "What could be wrong with me?"

She exhaled and inexplicably became furious, bathing and falling asleep, and sleeping so soundly at that, was he really not just playing with her?

Her soul was halfway scared away, and yet he was still questioning what she was doing.

Her gaze drifted, and she saw his bare upper body, which made half of her anger dissipate.

It wasn’t so bad when he was lying in the water, but now that he had sat up, she saw everything that she was supposed to see.

The six-pack abs on his strong body completely dominated her vision, making it impossible for her to look away.

"Had enough? What do you think?" His eyes were icy as he let go of her wrist.

With her lips pursed and a stunned look as if he had caught her off guard, she retorted with curled lips, "No, it’s not all that impressive..."

Huo Zhenyang lifted an eyebrow playfully, "Not impressive? Yet you’re looking quite intently. Or perhaps I could make it easier for you to look."

Water splashed everywhere, as he stood up from the Jacuzzi with a swoosh, reaching for the bathrobe on the shelf next to him.

Her eyes widened in shock, this man was actually standing up right in front of her! Where were his sense of propriety and modesty?

She gasped and turned away, thankful that the bathroom was misty. Otherwise, she would be in real trouble!

Huo Zhenyang watched her swiftly dodge and then slowly settled back down, lazily stretching his muscular arms and grabbing a dry towel, leisurely drying himself while teasing her, "Aren’t you a mother? Are you pretending to be pure for me now?"

Jiayi clenched her teeth, "Does being a mother mean I have to be unrestrained? Who made up that rule!"

"Oh right, I forgot," Huo Zhenyang’s lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. Having just had a brief rest, he was relaxed and intrigued, his sturdy arms propped on the edge of the tub, "Although you are a mother, you probably haven’t touched a man for a long time."

Then, lowering his voice, he leaned toward her and said heavily, "You must be quite thirsty, right?"

It was rare for him to tease a woman like this with words, but now she had walked into the bathroom herself, right into his trap!

And for some reason, tonight’s little lady especially intrigued him.

She was much more beautiful than he had imagined, and she was beautiful without even being aware of it.

There are two types of beauty in women: one who wants her beauty to be known by the whole world, always consciously or unconsciously displaying it.

And she, she was the second type, oblivious to the breathtaking beauty she possessed with just a bit of dressing up.

Meanwhile, a flush of embarrassment flew across Jiayi’s nose, ’You’re the thirsty one, your whole family is thirsty!’

She felt like a ridiculous rabbit, who had been fine just staying outside and yet had stupidly run into the hunter’s line of fire, now humiliated by his words.

She steadied her heartbeat, not wanting to continue the conversation and walked towards the bathroom door, but then she heard a clear voice from behind her:

"Stop right there. Who said you could leave?"