Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 429 - 427: Feed Me

He sipped slowly, his gaze unabashedly roaming over the petite woman’s body, shamelessly admiring her wet figure, not missing a single corner from top to bottom.

It took her a while to realize what he was doing.

He—

Was he treating her like a delicious snack to accompany his sobering soup?!

She decided not to stand there foolishly any longer and walked over to the bed to make it for him, trying her best to avoid his intrusive gaze.

Huo Zhenyang’s lips curled up.

Hiding from him? Little did she know, the way she bent over and arched her back to make the bed was even more provocative, making him feel as if he had his fill of ice cream.

By the time Huo Zhenyang was finishing his sobering soup, Jiayi had already made the king-size bed.

After Huo Zhenyang drank the last mouthful of sobering soup, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up, and went to bed.

Jiayi left only one lamp on by the bedside cabinet and said softly, "Mr. Huo, you should rest. I’ll take the bowl downstairs now. Call me if you need anything."

After getting his permission, she went downstairs with the tray.

After washing the dishes at the sink in the kitchen, Jiayi changed into clean clothes, and glanced at the time—it was already past midnight.

Her mom hadn’t called to inquire, so she must have gone to bed with Zaizai, and was likely reassured that she was at the company...

But who knew that she was slaving away in this devil creditor’s house, and she might even have to stay up all night.

She looked up, glanced at the upstairs, and decided to go up and check, so as not to be accused of negligence.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she feared he was already asleep and didn’t dare to knock. She gently turned the doorknob instead.

In the quiet bedroom, the bedside lamp was still on, casting light on his handsome, reclined face.

But—

Upon closer inspection, something seemed amiss.

The man’s eyes were closed, as if he was in a deep sleep, yet his forehead was dripping with sweat, his brows furrowed tightly, and the drunken flush that had been on his face had faded away, leaving a pallor instead.

Having been duped in the bathroom earlier, although she was surprised this time, she dared not act rashly. It wasn’t until she was certain he wasn’t just having a nightmare, nor was he pretending, but seemed to be truly in trouble, that she rushed in, flustered.

Jiayi sat on the edge of the bed, bending over, "Mr. Huo, what’s wrong..."

At some point, Huo Zhenyang started to feel an excruciating headache—a pain that was not due to a hangover from drinking.

Walk the night path often enough, and you’re bound to encounter ghosts.

As Kevin had said, alcohol consumption after drinking can easily stimulate the hematoma inside the skull. Huo Zhenyang had always been optimistic and didn’t take it seriously until today, when it finally caught up with him.

Although it wasn’t anything serious, the pain was intense.

Now awakened by her, Huo Zhenyang, with sheer willpower, fought against the haze in his mind, furrowed his brow, opened his eyes, and glanced at the bedside cabinet, "Bring out the medicine."

Medicine?

Jiayi looked at the drawer he was referring to.

Was it the medicine she had accidentally knocked over the first time she came to clean at Disheng?

Wasn’t it just vitamins?

But the increasingly sweaty visage of the man left her no time to ponder further.

She fumbled to open the drawer and rummaged for the white bottle of pills, poured a few into her palm, and stammered, "Is... is this it?"

"Feed them to me," he commanded methodically, word by word, amid the throbbing pain.

She didn’t know exactly where his pain was or how bad it was, but she could see he was struggling to maintain composure as large beads of sweat rolled down from his temples.

This man rarely expressed his joys and sorrows openly; if it were just ordinary pain, he definitely wouldn’t look like this.

She panicked all at once, quickly poured a cup of boiling water, and fed him the pill.

He was in so much pain that even swallowing the medicine was difficult, but he managed to take it in the end.

The medicine didn’t take effect immediately, and although the pain eased somewhat, his consciousness was still very blurry.

As she supported him and laid him down, about to turn around to put the medicine back in the drawer, she felt her wrist being grabbed, her whole body pulled over.

"Bang—" The medicine bottle shattered on the floor, exceptionally crisp in the quiet and dim bedroom.

Jiayi never expected him to be so rough and overbearing, even when he was unwell; she didn’t react in time and was shocked.

Huo Zhenyang wrapped his long arms firmly around her soft waist from behind, his chiseled jaw resting against her fragrant hair, restraining her completely. He leaned his head on her shoulder, his breathing had calmed somewhat but still mixed with faint gasps.

She came to her senses, trying to climb off the bed, "Mr. Huo—"

Her voice was like that of a young bird shot by a hunter, panic-stricken.

"Sleep with me," he said, three words laden with dominance yet shamelessly needy, interrupting the young woman’s speech.

The warmth and tenderness of her body made him much more comfortable, and her natural fragrance inexplicably soothed his heart.

He needed someone to accompany him tonight.

Let it be her then.

What did he mean! Sleep with him?

Is he sick! Oh, but he seemed to be really sick indeed...

Jiayi decisively struggled in his embrace, "I am here to be a maid, not to sleep with you. If you need someone to sleep with, go find a lady outside, or I could call Tracy back for you. I think she would be very willing—"

"Add ten thousand more," Huo Zhenyang clearly knew the young woman’s weak point, with four light words, her voice was momentarily silenced.

But it was only a brief hesitation before Jiayi started to struggle again.

Her struggling made his body warm up, sweat emerging on his bronzed back.

In order to control the surging blood, he furrowed his brows, bent his arm, and tightened his grip, completely immobilizing her.

Such reaction made Jiayi even more scared, struggling even more fiercely, "Let me go, or I’ll call for help."

That threat was so trivial, call for help? Who to call?

Auntie Hui was in a room on the first floor, and Ade was even further away, in a separate room outside the villa.

This was the second floor, and with the bedroom’s excellent soundproofing walls, her voice couldn’t penetrate through.

What’s more—even if the two people downstairs heard her, so what?

The villa might not be his, but all the servants listened to him.

She only came to Disheng to pay off her son’s debt; she didn’t want to be a maid who would end up losing her purity!

The man was completely able to subdue her, but with her relentless struggling, he was also growing impatient.

He leaned close to the young woman’s ear, his eyes narrowed, his voice stern, "Move again, and I can’t guarantee what will happen next."

She also felt the deepening warmth from the body behind her, her heart skipped heavily, and her struggling slowly ceased.

She was like an injured swift, who could either fall below the cliff or could only rest in the eagle’s nest at the edge of the cliff.

She could only choose the latter.

Wasn’t he sick, uncomfortable? Why was his willpower still so strong, and his strength still so great?

She clenched her fists and tried to keep her body from fitting too snugly against his.

Several minutes later, she felt his breathing gradually stabilize, and as he quietly wrapped his arms around her waist without a hint of another move, her heart reluctantly settled back in place.

So, when he said ’sleep with him’, did he really just mean to sleep, and nothing else extra?