Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 430 - 428: Pour All the World’s Doting into Her

Chapter 430: Chapter 428: Pour All the World’s Doting into Her

Jiayi took a deep breath; at last, she wasn’t so panicked, but she couldn’t help but laugh and cry at her predicament.

With a flash of thought, she grew curious.

So, this man was ill?

That medicine wasn’t some vitamin or cold remedy?

No wonder after he drank alcohol, Ade and the housekeeper were so anxious, insisting on having someone stay by his side to watch over him through the night.

She had never seen this man, who appeared cold and rational, show this side of himself.

If it was just ordinary pain, it certainly wouldn’t make him lose his composure.

"Mr. Huo, pardon me for asking, but what exactly is your... illness?" she tentatively asked, tucked into the crook of his arm.

"As long as it’s not contagious, it’s fine," the man’s deep voice floated over.

She pursed her lips, thinking if you won’t tell me, then don’t—playing hard to get for what?

A few minutes later, she shifted her petite frame slightly.

The man grew alert at her struggle, his gaze flickering, and the grip of his hand tightened.

She explained, "Mr. Huo, I’m just turning off the light. So it doesn’t irritate your eyes."

Only then did he relax his grip a little.

She propped herself up, and with a click, she turned off the bedside lamp. Before she could settle back, she was abruptly pulled back into his embrace, which elicited a wry smile from her.

The bedroom, already dimly lit, was plunged into total darkness after the last stand of the night light was extinguished.

Perhaps in this invisible environment, the breathing of both was distinctly clear.

He, like a king declaring his territory as his own, possessively seized her waist, slenderer than a young girl’s, leaving her no chance to move even a fraction of an inch.

She arched her body, like a little bird in almost perfect, intimate contact with his.

The man’s body temperature, touch, breath, and scent made her heartbeat race fiercely.

Although she felt very unfamiliar with this man, at this moment, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

So strange.

If any other man made such a request, even if he was her current employer, even if he offered money, she could not possibly agree.

But why, when this man pulled her into his arms and onto the bed in an instant, did her subconscious seem to accept his domineering and unreasonable behavior...

...

Meanwhile, as the medicine’s effects gradually surged, his consciousness began to blur, yet the hand holding her did not let go.

She heard his breathing even out, knowing he must have fallen asleep, and she sighed in relief.

Night spread its shades.

The usually cool-toned single bedroom felt a few degrees warmer today because of the two people embracing in sleep.

But how could she possibly feel sleepy?

Never would she have thought that tonight, she would stay in the villa, serving this man in his bed...

She really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Forget it, companion plus sleepover, almost twenty thousand yuan, not too bad—

She could only comfort herself like this.

Over the years, she had never been so close to a man.

His strong arms enfolded her, and after confirming there was no danger, they oddly provided her with a sense of safety...she didn’t feel as scared anymore.

She inexplicably listened to the man’s breathing behind her.

Until his murmured voice reached her delicate ears, seemingly repeating dreamily two words: "Kitty..."

Jiayi heard it clearly, her heart slightly shaken, her pupils contracting for a moment. Kitty?

Why did that sound so familiar?

Yes, of course, it was familiar—

Over the years, the man whose face she couldn’t see in her dreams also whispered in her ear like this.

Her heart was pounding fiercely. Why, why did he call out the nickname "little cat" just like the person in her dreams?

Did she hear it wrong?

She moved her body slightly, bringing her ear closer to his slender and handsome lips to listen again, but he did not talk in his sleep anymore.

Her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she told herself it must have been a mistake. Even if it wasn’t, it was surely a coincidence.

But Mr. Huo’s "little cat," is that the name of a person?

If it was a person’s name, it would obviously be an intimate name for the opposite sex...

And more importantly—

She had never heard this man call a woman’s name with such an intimate and tender tone before.

A gentle call of "little cat" seemed to pour all the world’s indulgence into it.

It was hard to believe that it came from the mouth of this man who was known for his stoic and cold demeanor.

Jiayi turned her head subconsciously, a bit curious.

The man who was asleep reflexively tightened his large palm around her, as if dissatisfied with any of her movements, and pulled her closer into his embrace.

There was nothing she could do about it.

The night grew deeper.

It wasn’t until past midnight that Jiayi’s eyelids started weighing down and she fell into a deep sleep in the crook of the man’s arm.

...

Dreams.

It was that same enduring dream she had had for years.

That oppressive figure came closer and closer, inch by inch, bent his head down, and breathed hot air onto her delicate face.

Just like every time she had this dream, she wanted to see who it was.

But the dim light and constrained angle still made it impossible for her to see clearly—

Suddenly, there was a light in the sky, although faint, it shone directly on the tall figure in front of her!

Her heart beat frantically as she lifted her head to get a clear view, but just as she was about to see his face, she let out a cry, and as usual, awakened, drenched in sweat!

She was still in Disheng’s villa, still turned away from that man, curled up in his arms.

The dream had vanished into thin air.

The man behind her hadn’t woken up yet, but he seemed to sense the reaction of the little woman in his arms. His strong arm coiled around her, gripping her waist tighter, and he subconsciously pressed her head into the crook of his neck, wrapping her from head to toe tightly.

The forceful restraint of his arm slowly dried her cold sweat and gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.

—

At dawn, when the morning stars in the sky had not all disappeared, it was still half-dark, half-light.

Huo Zhenyang got up early.

After taking the special medicine that Kevin had started in America, his headache had disappeared after one night’s sleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Huo Zhenyang glanced at the little woman lying on the bed, who slept like a little pig, and felt a headache again.

Although she was fully clothed, and it was obvious that nothing inappropriate had occurred between them, his brows still furrowed.

Kevin had mentioned that post-operative stress headaches could cause his consciousness to disperse and become unclear after being stimulated by alcohol.

It was probably for this reason that he had lost his composure, dragging this little woman onto his bed as a warmer to spend the night.

But...

His gaze shimmered and he lightly bundled his robe, realizing that he hadn’t slept so soundly and peacefully in a very long time, and it shouldn’t have just been because of the medicine.

This little woman actually had a sleep-inducing effect on him.

His slender lips uncontrollably curled into a smile, and his gaze settled on the little woman who was sleeping so sweetly on the bed, betraying a few sparks of intense attraction.

Her lovely and delicate body lay on the white sheets, her dark hair splashed out like ink, pure and enticing, her round little knees slightly bent, hands hugging her legs, her small body curled up tightly, maintaining the pose she’d had when he held her in his arms the night before.