Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 663 - 643: He Made a Note of This Account for Himself
It wasn’t until the night deepened considerably that faint thunder rumbled from the depths of the sky, and a streak of lightning cut through the heavens, followed by the heavy fall of rain.
She hurried to the nearby platform to seek shelter from the rain.
The rain grew heavier.
The road was shrouded in mist, with not a single pedestrian in sight, let alone a taxi.
The bus didn’t go to the villa area, and other than by taxi, there was no other way.
Watching the rain, she had no idea when it would stop.
The downpours in Yunling this season could sometimes last an entire night unpredictably.
The rush of rain poured from the sky; the cold wind, laden with raindrops, swept past her, chilling her to the bone as she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Initially, she could still bear it, but as time passed, she grew increasingly uncomfortable, her teeth chattering from the cold. The platform couldn’t fully block the rain, and half of her body was soaked.
Finally, she took out her phone and dialed the landline at the villa.
She had no choice but to ask Auntie Li to send the driver to pick her up.
The phone was answered.
"Auntie Li, I’m at the road outside the bridal shop, it’s raining, and I can’t hail a taxi. Could you please send the driver to pick me up?"
Jiayi’s voice trembled, hardly clear as she nearly couldn’t make out the words, shivering from the cold.
The weather was already cool, but the rain added an almost wintery feel to the night.
There was no response on the other end, only the sound of breathing.
Jiayi paused, her heart sinking as she suddenly realized who had answered the call.
With a decisive click, the call was abruptly terminated.
It was only when the dull beeping sound came through the phone that she realized he had really hung up on her.
Her emotions complex, she clutched her phone tightly, like a bird abandoned, standing alone under the shelter.
She didn’t know how long she waited, but then she wiped her nose, unsure if it was red from the chill wind or from the acidity of her own emotions, and lifted her head.
The road was still empty of taxis, and the downpour seemed to grow even more fierce.
About ten minutes later, no taxis had appeared, only the occasional passing of private cars.
Using her handbag as a makeshift umbrella, she braced herself against the storm and began to walk step by step towards the nearby bus stop.
She could only hope to catch a bus at the station now.
Walking into the wind, she was buffeted by the rain, making it difficult to walk; within a few steps, her whole body was drenched.
Just then, a beam of silver-white light appeared ahead.
It was the light of a car.
The headlights cut through the cold rain, shining directly towards her, and the black car, like an emperor amidst the harsh wind and bitter rain, swept its wipers back and forth as it approached, stopping steadily beside her with a creak.
The passenger door swung open with a bang, and a voice colder than the night’s storm came through, "Get in."
Was it him?
He... had come to pick her up?
Jiayi stood there, astonished, looking inside the car at the somber-faced man, who seemed as grim as the King of Hell.
"Do I need to say it a second time?" he said, his voice growing even sterner as he saw her still foolishly standing in the rain.
Jiayi came to her senses, clutching her handbag, bent down, and sat in the passenger seat, pulling the door shut.
The car was warm with the heater on, and as Jiayi went from the bitterly cold outdoors to the cozy interior, her body shivered, and she sneezed loudly.
Although it was warmer, her body was already soaking wet, and she couldn’t control the chill that pervaded her. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably as she asked, "Why did you come?"
Her frail voice trembled severely, like a flower bud that had just been harshly ravaged by the frost and wind.
Huo Zhenyang lifted his jaw, his gaze was cold and detached as he sized up the petite woman beside him through the rearview mirror. Her nose was pink and red from the cold, her long eyelashes flickered incessantly, and her thin knitted coat was drenched from the inside out, almost accentuating her beautiful curves. Even in the heated car, she kept her arms folded.
She looked terribly cold.
"Xiaolei called the office to say she didn’t bring an umbrella, and the villa’s driver went to pick her up. George is out on an errand and hasn’t come back yet," he said with a voice as cold as iron.
So it was because there were no other drivers available at the villa.
Now that she was the mayor’s wife, being seen on the streets in such a disheveled state would not reflect well on his reputation either.
Her eyelashes drooped, and her spirits, which had just lifted slightly, plummeted once more.
He picked up a tissue box from the car and tossed it to her.
She pulled out several tissues and listlessly wiped the rain from her body.
Having dried herself as best she could, she was still drenched and cold to the bone, her cheeks red from the cold and unable to stop shivering.
He squinted his discerning eyes and took off his suit jacket, throwing it to her.
Her mood was at rock bottom, and seeing his mood seemed quite bad as well, she swallowed her saliva, "No need..."
Before she could finish, she sneezed again.
Huo Zhenyang seemed impatient with her rejection at this moment and, without bothering to repeat himself, grabbed her collar with ease and pulled her toward him. His warm breath rapidly struck her face, creating an overtly intimate and ambiguous atmosphere in the confined space of the car.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Just then, he had swiftly draped his jacket over her petite frame and, with a gentle push, moved her back to the passenger seat.
"Don’t make me repeat myself a second time. When you come to the bridal shop next time, bring a driver with you, and remember your status. You are not a carefree, single person anymore; you are the mayor’s wife. Every action you take and every image you present to the outside world represent me and the Huo Family. Don’t give me any trouble."
His voice was as cutting as the ice-cold rain outside. His hands rested on the steering wheel as he looked straight ahead, his eyes still frosty as he started the engine and sped off on the rain-lashed roads.
The tightly wound string in her heart suddenly snapped, and the sinking and floating excitement vanished, her teeth gently biting into her tender lower lip.
He hadn’t calmed down.
He was still angry.
He had firmly marked this incident in his mind.
No mayor’s wife would ever run about haphazardly without bodyguards or nannies.
Nor would any mayor’s wife be found standing on the roadside in the middle of the night, drenched in rain and looking like a drowned rat.
He had come to pick her up tonight simply because it was a crucial time in his rising career, having just assumed his position. He probably didn’t want to lose face because of her!
A chill burst from within her bones. Though she had already dried off and had his jacket over her shoulders, she still trembled from cold.
The car raced through the city’s rainy night, heading towards Desheng Villa Area.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the car slowed down a bit.
Jiayi looked up and saw they were nearly back at the Desheng Villa Area. The rain hadn’t stopped, pitter-pattering on the ground, forming puddles.
The car slid through the smart security system at the entrance, then followed the driveway up to the Huo Mansion’s front door.
The villa’s wrought iron gate was open, and Huo Zhenyang drove in, stopping in the courtyard.
A male servant stood waiting in the courtyard, holding an umbrella in his hand.
