Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 674 - 654: Jumping into the Swimming Pool
The delicate figure was wrapped in the overcoat he had given her just now, appearing even more petite as if she could be enveloped by his garment at any moment.
Perhaps still feverish or for some other reason, her cheeks were like peach blossoms that had been dyed, carrying traces of flushed red.
Her small fists were clenched tightly, and her eyes, misty from the high fever, had a befuddled look, yet they were unwaveringly fixed on him.
It was evident that she was still frail, since she had just hurried back, looking harried. Her chest heaved, as if it took all her strength to stand firm, otherwise she might collapse at any moment.
Although she had stopped him from going upstairs, when she came up to him, she didn’t know what to say.
He wasn’t in a hurry to speak either, maintaining a leisurely composure, as he watched her coldly.
The atmosphere was frighteningly silent, squeezing out the flush and disarray on her cheeks.
Finally, like a cornered little prey with no way out, she bit her lip and took the initiative to speak, "Are you so busy on your day off today? Why did you leave in such a hurry... what for?"
She thought this must be retribution.
She had enjoyed too much of his initiative and pampering; now, it was her turn to repay. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
With every word she uttered, she could feel her body temperature rising, wanting to burrow into a hole.
He slid his hands into his trouser pockets, his eyes concealing his mood, but his voice was laced with intense coldness, "I’m not a policeman; what use is there for me to stay at the police station?"
Having said that, as if unwilling to linger, he turned and walked straight towards the staircase.
His retreating figure was bleak, showing no sign of turning back.
She guessed it must be because her fever hadn’t completely subsided, or her brain had been fried by the high fever. In an instant, her resolution seemed to harden, like a stubborn little calf, she took off the man’s overcoat she was wearing.
The moment the clothing slid to the ground, she turned and ran quickly toward the main door of the entrance.
Before Auntie Li and Ade could react, they saw the young mistress, dressed in a thin sick gown, running straight out of the door.
"Young Mistress—" they both cried out in alarm, not knowing where she was headed.
Upstairs, Huo Zhenyang was evidently also startled by the commotion.
He turned his neck, his gaze instantly sharp, and walked down the stairs with large strides, heading outside the house.
The night had completely darkened.
Outside the villa, the street lamps along the private road had been lit in twos and threes for a while now.
He could vaguely see her figure; she had not run out of the villa but had gone around to the back of the courtyard.
He didn’t know what she intended to do, and his mood plummeted instantly, his brows furrowing with cold frost as he quickened his pace to catch up.
With his tall stature and long legs, each of his strides matched two or three of hers. When he caught up to the courtyard behind the villa, he saw her standing by the edge of the swimming pool, appearing as if she wanted to enter the water but also seemed a bit afraid and hesitant.
Since the weather had cooled, the swimming pool in the Huo Mansion hadn’t been used much, but the LED spotlights under the water and along the banks were still turned on at night.
The light bathed the woman by the pool in a faint golden glow.
His already somber eyes grew colder, and with a heavy jolt in his heart, he scolded angrily,
"What are you doing? Get back here!"
What was she doing? Was she thinking of committing suicide?
Hearing his authoritative rebuke, Jiayi shivered uncontrollably by the poolside and nearly slipped into the water from the shock.
She guessed what he was thinking and couldn’t help but pout, thinking to herself, commit suicide? Her life was not so worthless!
If she was to commit suicide after every argument with him, she figured she would have reincarnated a hundred times by now.
But... she really didn’t want to keep arguing with him anymore.
She turned her delicate neck, casting a glance at the man across the pool. Under the night lights, her gaze shimmered indescribably.
Then she turned back, faced the gently rippling water, closed her eyes, pinched her nose, and plunged in with a dive!
"Bang," a splash broke through the cold swimming pool!
The little figure immediately sank down and disappeared.
His heart plunged like a roller coaster, as if it had dropped harshly from the highest peak!
Damn it!
Did this woman want him to strangle her to death?!
All his indifference and aloofness vanished, and he felt as if his blood was on fire. Without a second thought, he rushed to the edge of the pool and jumped in.
Seconds later, aided by the light at the poolside, he swiftly identified her location underwater, wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and surfaced.
Although she tried hard to hold her breath, she still choked on a few mouthfuls of water. Resting on his shoulder, she coughed several times before regaining her strength.
As she raised her head, she met his sinister and unpredictable eyes. The fierceness in his gaze would have strangled her on the spot had she not been nearly drowning!
The icy pool water made her body, just rid of a high fever, chill to the bone. She didn’t need to feign weakness to gain his sympathy, as she automatically began shaking like a sieve from the cold, her teeth chattering like a mischievous child seeking to divert an adult’s attention with a guilty yet grinning face:
"You... your swimming skills... seem to have, like, regressed, slower than... than last time..."
As she spoke, she sneezed.
It was too cold, far too cold!
Her icy body and pale, frozen face put out his burning rage.
It was nearly winter, and the night was cold. Moreover, she had just recovered from a high fever—she couldn’t withstand such freezing conditions!
He felt her curled up in his arms, uncontrollably trembling in her small frame, her pearl-like teeth clashing in a grimace of freezing misery.
Anxiety replaced his anger as he swam with her towards the pool’s edge while suppressing his ire, he called out, "Auntie Li! Bring towels and blankets!"
Seeing his urgency, her teeth still chattering in her shivers, she cracked a sly, foxlike triumphant smile, "You still care about me a lot, don’t you, Mr. Huo?... Cough, cough..."
Unable to tolerate any more, he grabbed her shaking wrist, pulled her above water, and growled softly and fiercely:
"Is this fun for you? Are you sick? What are you trying to do?"
Her triumphant smile faltered slightly.
Sick?
Yes, she too thought she was sick.
She just didn’t want to continue the cold war with him.
She just didn’t want to watch him allow another woman to stay in the villa.
She just didn’t want him to treat her like a stranger.
She just wasn’t used to suddenly falling from the pedestal of a Princess, he had held her on, to being a commoner.
The feeling was unbearable.
She didn’t like it, and she even hated it.
But once, didn’t she not care at all about how he treated her? It was better when he ignored her completely.
Now, what had come over her?
Why had she acted like such a foolish child, just to move him and return to their old ways?
Was it deliriousness from the fever, or was she really sick as he said?
Her frozen red nostrils flared, her pale lips moved slightly, and she felt a warm liquid swirling in her eyes:
"If I keep having a fever, you won’t leave so quickly and will stay by my side and keep me company."
