Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 654 - 634: Honey... You’re Hurting Me

Jiayi stood up when she heard noises from downstairs and ruffled Little Baozi’s head, "You start writing on your own." She then walked out of Zaizai’s room.

As soon as she exited, she saw the man at the entrance of the hall on the second floor.

After several days dealing with affairs at the hotel, he looked a bit thinner, yet even more strikingly handsome. His features were more pronounced, his brow carrying a hint of fatigue. Servants attended him, helping him off with his overcoat, while he undid the buttons of his white shirt, revealing the smooth curve of his neck, and started walking up towards the second floor.

They met on the corridor of the second floor and both stopped in their tracks.

Huo Zhenyang slightly lifted his eyelids, fixing his gaze on the somewhat pale little woman.

Jiayi forced herself to meet his eyes bravely, "You’re back."

She still couldn’t be sure if he had found out about Nie Yixiao, which made her quite nervous.

"Mm, I’m back." His tone gave away nothing of his emotions.

She said, "Are you tired? There’s still some soup I made for you in the kitchen, I’ll go get it for you."

His eyes held a glint of ruthless coldness, yet he just watched her, wondering how much longer she would keep up the act, "Mm."

Jiayi hurried downstairs to the kitchen, fetched a bowl of soup she had made the night before, and by the time she came back up, he had already entered the bedroom.

He was sitting on the couch by the bed in the bedroom, seemingly resting.

She approached with the soup, bent down, and placed it on the coffee table beside him, "Drink it while it’s hot."

From the entanglement of their wedding night to the present caring, her strenuous efforts to please and cater to him clearly weren’t for his sake; how could he not know.

The chill at the bottom of his eyes intensified. He lifted his hand and, in the moment she turned around, he had already seized her delicate wrist.

She stumbled and fell into his arms, as a shadow descended over her field of vision, blocking out most of the light in the room.

Like a frightened little bird, she looked up, her eyes like shimmering lakes, clear and alluring, making one willing to sink into them.

His gaze was steady as he supported her sharp chin, increasing the pressure of his fingertips almost imperceptibly as he stroked her delicate skin, kneading, almost as though he wished he could crush this disobedient cat in his arms.

The prickling pain in her chin unnerved Jiayi, and in that moment, she was almost certain he knew, yet she still forcibly suppressed the panic inside her, "What’s wrong..."

She couldn’t confess without being pressed.

His deep gaze wandered over her face, and his chilly voice resonated with strength in the bedroom, "The husband returns, and serving a bowl of soup is enough? What’s the difference between that and hiring a housekeeper?"

She let out a sigh.

That was simply his nature, already serious by default. Perhaps she was just being paranoid.

If he truly knew she had concealed Nie Yixiao’s departure, he would have probably killed her by now.

Under his cold and stern gaze, she clearly understood what he wanted. It was the duty, care, attention, comfort, and even... intimacy that she owed him as his wife.

Her cheeks grew warm, but she restrained her shyness, lifted her arms, and slowly wrapped them around his neck, "Are you tired? Drink the soup first; I made it myself."

Her voice was as tender and sweet as melting candy, intoxicating.

His strikingly beautiful eyes lifted slightly in an arc, shaking her petite chin, "Feed me."

Indeed, dealing with this domineering man’s whims was even more challenging than handling Zaizai.

But the intense gaze of the man made her unable to hesitate for long. She sat on his lap, picked up the soup beside her, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and then brought it close to Huo Zhenyang’s face.

He grasped her wrist that was holding the spoon and slowly pulled it down.

Wasn’t she supposed to feed him? Jiayi was startled and fixed her gaze on him, unsure of what trick he was about to play next.

"Use your mouth," he said as if it were a very ordinary thing to suggest.

She almost choked on her saliva: "What?" Are there no spoons?

He tilted up her chin: "Years ago, I often fed you like this. This shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you."

Really? He used to feed her like that frequently? Had he truly treated her as though she were a cat that could not look after herself?

She gritted her teeth, let it be; it was just mouth-to-mouth feeding. On the night of their wedding, they crossed her last line of defense; there was nothing left to be embarrassed about.

Moreover, because of Nie Yixiao, somewhere deep in her heart, she still felt a bit guilty.

Gently sucking a mouthful of soup, holding it between her lips and teeth, she bravely closed in on his lips, extended her delicate tongue, and pried open his thin lips, incrementally transferring the soup.

Between the intertwining of lips and teeth, he didn’t hesitate to sweep over her tongue and firmly blocked her, aggressively kissing her.

At first, she thought he was just getting into it, but gradually she noticed his force was immense; something was wrong—he was kissing her to the point where she could barely breathe.

"Let... let go..." She couldn’t take it, slapping his body, her face flushing crimson, feeling like she was about to pass out the next moment!

Far from stopping, he acted like an angry lion intent on fiercely dominating this challenging cat, one hand gripping her soft waist, the other swiping a hand, and with a "smack," unintentionally hitting the bowl of soup beside them—

The bowl hit the ground and shattered!

Yet he still showed no sign of stopping.

She was in a panic, feeling she could be killed by his actions, her lips also hurt terribly. Gasping for air when she could, she breathed out: "Husband... you’re hurting me... husband..."

A soft, pleading "husband" made him abruptly stop the violent kiss, supporting her jaw, his gaze sharp as a falcon’s, piercing into her:

"I might have only hurt you, but you wanted me dead, didn’t you?"

Cold sweat burst from her as, under his fierce and pained stare, she finally confirmed that he truly knew about that matter.

At the same time, the crisp sound of the soup bowl hitting the floor alarmed Auntie Li outside the room.

Auntie Li hurried over, pushed open the partially closed door, and was startled at the scene before her: "Young Master—"

The arrival of Auntie Li managed to bring him somewhat back to his senses from his rage, loosening his grasp a few inches.

Seizing the opportunity, she pushed him away and retreated several steps back.

"Young Madam, are you all right—Young Master, what’s going on?" Auntie Li noticed Jiayi’s swollen, reddened lips, and then his murderous gaze. Of course, she knew this wasn’t just the couple playing around; something Jiayi did must have angered the Young Master.

"Close the door. Leave," came the man’s daunting voice from his throat.

Auntie Li, seeing this, couldn’t leave with peace of mind. Indeed, she hadn’t been overthinking the other day when the Young Master had a dark expression after sending soup; a dispute had indeed erupted between the two.

"Young Madam, you—" Auntie Li was even more concerned for Jiayi.

"Get out!" He raised his voice, bordering on fury.

Although Jiayi was internally alarmed, she still tried her best to control her emotions and stood straight: "Auntie Li, please leave first."

Though Auntie Li was worried, she still closed the door behind her and left.

The atmosphere in the room immediately turned as cold as if it had dropped into a cellar.