Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 675 - 655 You Dare to Fall Ill, Just Try!

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes, shrouded in irritation, froze the moment he heard her words.

This little idiot intentionally made herself sick again just so he would spend more time with her?

What a terrible idea!

His gaze sharpened with a mix of exasperation and amusement as his large hand cradled the back of her wet head, pulling her into his embrace.

As they reached the poolside steps, she leaned on the railing to get up, only to be completely wrapped in a large towel by Auntie Li.

He was drenched, following her out of the swimming pool.

Ade rushed out with Auntie Li, flustered, handing over another towel.

His gaze swept over and noticed her shoes had fallen into the pool, while she stood on the cold marble floor of the poolside with her bare, ice-cold feet, her eyes darkening. He pushed away the towel Ade offered, strode forward in two steps, scooped Jiayi up in his arms, and headed inside the house.

Taken by surprise, she let out a low gasp, clutching his neck instinctively as he lifted her like a baby. The moment they reached dry ground, a chilly night breeze swept over, making her burrow into his chest, her soft lips still pouting, not forgetting her reason for jumping into the pool:

"...If I get sick again, you have to stay with me."

She wasn’t going to jump into the swimming pool for nothing!

"You dare get sick and see what happens," he glared fiercely with lingering anger, glaring down sternly at the little figure in his arms.

...

In the warm and cozy master bedroom on the second floor.

The moment Jiayi, who had been ordered to take a hot bath, emerged from the bathroom, she was swiftly thrown onto the already-made bed, then tucked into the pre-warmed blankets.

On the bedside table, there were already a cup of warm milk and a pile of cold and anti-inflammatory medicines.

Huo Zhenyang sat by the bed, like a strict taskmaster, handing over the sorted-out cold medicine and milk without a hint of softening in his stern brows: "Take it."

Jiayi looked at the pile of colorful pills, feeling nauseous: "I’m okay, not feeling unwell, and not feverish, no need to take so much."

Her small form looked incredibly aggrieved, but it failed to evoke any sympathy from him, his tone sharp: "You might feel okay now, but what if you get a fever tonight? Pneumonia would be much more troublesome. Prevention is key."

She could only sadly take the pills, popping them one by one into her mouth, swallowing them down with milk.

Since childhood, she has always dreaded medicine and injections. Although her family wasn’t rich and the economic level of their small town was average, her mother’s nutritious soups and broths were very nourishing, keeping her pale, tender, and healthy.

She had a strong constitution and rarely got sick, hardly ever catching a cold or fever throughout the year, but today, she had really suffered. She had just finished a round of IV drips, and now there was a heap of pills waiting to be ingested.

Seeing her wrinkling her little cheeks with every pill she swallowed, clearly not wanting to take another, his eyes darkened considerably, and he couldn’t help but snap coldly: "You deserve it. Playing in the water in such cold weather, even if you don’t freeze to death, didn’t you think about your swimming level? Consider yourself lucky for not drowning."

She wasn’t worried about that; she would only jump when he, an excellent swimmer, was around. If he wasn’t there yet, who would she be performing for?

Lifting her plump, now restored lips, her tone full of confidence in him: "No worries, since you’re a good swimmer, you’ll definitely save me before I drown."

He couldn’t help laughing at her confidence, and only after she had finished all her medicine, did he stuff her head back under the covers: "Go to sleep."

Seeing that he looked ready to leave, her heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked as she swallowed hard, "What about you? Going back to your study?"

Clutching her fist inside the blanket, the implicit invitation filled her with shame.

But if he spent another night in the study, it would mean her efforts tonight had been wasted.

Returning to the bedroom at least indicated that his grudge had been resolved and he was no longer angry with himself.

His eyes were as still as an ancient well, deep like a secluded pool, capturing her hidden nervousness in their gaze.

Bending his tall frame, he ruffled her freshly dried hair, now soft with a mix of shampoo and its natural fragrance, and murmured in a low voice, "Hmm."

Her heart suddenly sank. He was really going to spend the night in the study.

Seeing her disappointment, the corners of his lips lifted, casting a light sheen of an amused smile, "I have documents to review in advance. They’re needed for tomorrow’s municipal meeting. After I’m done, I’ll come back to the bedroom. Sleep well."

Only then did her heart return to its rightful place. A ray of sunshine pierced the gloom, and she nodded obediently.

*** 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

In the study.

After finishing his official duties, the night had grown deep.

Huo Zhenyang glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer screen; it was almost eleven o’clock.

That little woman must be asleep by now.

He closed the file, ready to stand up, when the study door was lightly tapped, followed by a faint voice, "Cousin."

After returning home today, there had been too many things to deal with, and he hadn’t had the chance to see Xiaolei.

Considering the late hour, Huo Zhenyang had planned to look for her tomorrow, but she had taken the initiative to come to him now. He frowned slightly and said, "Come in."

Xiaolei entered the study draped in a light purple nightgown, underneath which was a tight slip dress that reached her thighs. Her ample chest seemed about to burst forth, and her voluptuous thighs and fair ankles were also all exposed.

She walked closer to the desk with her head down, one side of her face swollen with a man’s palm print, her eyes red as if she had been crying in her room all day, her eyelashes still damp.

Her usual proud princess-like demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

Standing behind the desk, she sniffled, "Cousin, are you still angry about what happened at the film set today? It was my first time acting, and I hoped everything would be perfect. Seeing that Sister-in-Law was from our own family, I wasn’t polite and asked her to alter my clothes several times, not knowing she was ill... How is Sister-in-Law feeling? If she’s upset, I’ll go apologize to her again."

The tight slip dress clung to the girl’s ketone body, the fullness at her chest rising and falling with her agitation.

This attire and demeanor seemed less like an apology and more like an attempt to garner the man’s sympathy.

In the middle of the night, dressed in such a slightly provocative nightie, there weren’t many men who could resist.

A chill ran through his heart, and his eyes darkened, "I’m not angry anymore."

"Really?" Xiaolei lifted her face, looking toward her cousin with surprise.

"Tomorrow you’ll move to the apartment on Mira Road."

The joy on Xiaolei’s face vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer alarm.

She knew very well that woman was her cousin’s precious one, untouchable, so from the moment she arrived at the villa, she tried her best to get along with Jiayi and didn’t openly compete to avoid angering her cousin. However, she hadn’t expected him to send her away from Disheng over such a trifling matter!

"Cousin, are you sending me away?" Xiaolei panicked.

"If I were sending you away, I would have already kicked you back to the country," he replied coolly.