Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 678 - 658

Huo Zhenyang’s brows furrowed sharply, his tone alert and piercing as he fired the word, "Come in!"

The door creaked, and a corner of a pale-colored nightgown appeared.

Jiayi showed herself, slowly walking in like a grade-schooler caught in the act of wrongdoing, a bit timid to meet his gaze.

His brows relaxed, but then furrowed again as he asked sternly, "Why haven’t you slept yet?"

"I saw you hadn’t come over, so I thought you were lying to me," she fiddled with the corner of her soft nightgown.

Because of Boris and his daughter, a nearly whole night of gloom lifted in an instant. He squinted slightly, "So, when I was working in the office, you were in the bedroom with your eyes open all night?"

Had this woman forgotten that she hadn’t yet recovered from her cold, having just taken her medicine?

"Not all night... I did doze off for a while," she noticed the displeasure in his eyes and brows.

They had just made up, and she didn’t want to upset him again.

This time, because of Nie Yixiao’s matter, she had done too many incomprehensible things towards him.

Lowering her stance, taking the initiative to please him, clinging to him like a little thug, even resorting to jumping into a swimming pool and continuing to have a fever to soften his heart...

Even just now, when this man said he would return to the bedroom after finishing work in the study, she didn’t dare to sleep, for fear that he was still angry and was deceiving her.

Every action squeezed out a sense of shame in her.

For some unknown reason, as if driven by a ghostly force, there was power pushing her to do all this.

His gaze drifted downward, landing on the top of her foot.

She was not wearing socks, only a pair of home slippers, her delicate and white feet exposed.

Not only had she not put on socks, she hadn’t even thrown on a coat when coming out, just wearing a thin nightgown.

He hesitated no further, his face stern as he strode over.

The unique light scent belonging to him mixed with the heat of his body as it rushed over Jiayi’s face, which saw the frostiness there, making her feel uneasy.

Was he unhappy again?

With a bitter smile in her heart, she felt somewhat of a headache and before she could react, the shadow in front of her drew closer until her cheek pressed against his chest. Instantly, her body lightened as she was lifted into the air.

She gasped in surprise, and he had already carried her out of the study, along the corridor, heading towards the bedroom.

She let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t upset; it seemed... he was just afraid she’d catch cold, but she still struggled slightly, "I can walk by myself."

He pressed her head down, tucking it into his embrace, teasingly saying, "Walk with bare feet?"

She no longer resisted him, yet something came to mind, and she asked cautiously, "Just now... I saw George coming upstairs. He was talking at your study door, and I seem to have heard Xiaolei’s name mentioned. What happened?"

On the car ride back from the hospital, Jiayi had called the store manager to explain the day’s events, so as not to keep the store manager anxious.

At that time, she heard from the store manager about what happened after she fainted.

In front of the entire crew, Huo Zhenyang had slapped Xiaolei.

When he heard her question, he paused, realizing that she probably hadn’t seen what happened in his room with Xiaolei.

Since she hadn’t seen it, he didn’t want to say too much, lest she starts overthinking.

Without stopping his stride, he said, "I asked George to arrange for her to be taken to an apartment on Mira Road tomorrow. It’s close to her entertainment company and convenient for work."

She was surprised, "Then what about your uncle, won’t he be upset?"

"He won’t."

To allow Xiaolei to stay was already the most significant concession he had made so far.

Upon entering the bedroom, the lighting was fitting for sleep, gentle and warm.

He placed her back into the bed, and after finishing his nightly routine, emerged from the bathroom already changed into casual pajamas. He walked straight to the bed, sat down, and naturally flipped the covers open to slide into bed.

Jiayi, of course, hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Her hands were tucked under the blanket, silently watching for any movement from the bathroom.

The scent of men’s body wash, mixed with his own burning heat, wafted into the blanket, nearly making her cough.

Although she feared that he would continue to be angry and spend the night in the study, seeing him actually clamber into bed with such nonchalance made her nervous.

Noticing her coughing until her little face turned cherry red, Huo Zhenyang’s body tensed, a frown creasing his handsome brow. While lightly patting her back, he scolded sternly, "Running around despite having a cold." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Quickly seizing an opportunity, she tried to suppress her coughing and panted, "I might be contagious with my cold, perhaps you should get another blanket."

He instantly guessed her intentions and pressed her down into the blanket, "You have a chill, not a viral cold, it’s not contagious."

"But—"

"My physical constitution and stamina are not that weak, you know that." He lifted her chin, his words loaded with layers of hidden meaning and other implications.

Her face burning, she had no choice but to obediently burrow into the blanket, warmed by his heat.

*

The next day, when Jiayi woke up, it was already close to noon.

She hadn’t slept this long in ages.

Upon opening her eyes, her body felt completely relaxed, and her spirit was much improved.

Luckily, she had taken medicine as a precaution and kept warm in time, preventing her fever from progressing and significantly reducing her cold symptoms.

In fact, she had woken up once around five or six in the morning.

She was vividly awoken by someone "prodding" her from behind.

All through the previous night, he had encircled her waist with his arms as they fell asleep.

He was more effective than the most potent cold medicine, his body radiating a masculine warmth that kept her cozy all night, from her toes to the palms of her hands.

After dawn, as the sky began to lighten, she felt increasingly hot in her sleep.

The heat became so intense that she couldn’t help but kick off the blanket, irked by something prodding against her lower back.

Groggy with sleep, she realized what it was and involuntarily leaned forward to avoid it.

The man behind her, however, seemed to be still asleep, only noting that the little one in his arms had moved. He tightened his grip with his large hand, securing her slender waist so firmly she couldn’t move.

If she startled him awake, the consequences could be "frightening." She didn’t dare to continue moving, so she closed her eyes, allowing the bothersome beast, just rousing from deep sleep and bursting with energy, to press against her waist and hips, taking full advantage.

It wasn’t until he awoke and sat up, preparing to get out of bed, that she let out a breath of relief. She followed suit and got up, only to be pushed back down by him as he turned to tell her someone with a cold needed more sleep.

This nap turned into a deep slumber, and she was completely out of it when he got up and left the villa for city hall; Jiayi didn’t notice at all.

When she got up, she still carried his scorching breath on her skin, and her ears seemed to brim with the deep, resonant sound of his breathing.

Making up with him temporarily relieved one of Jiayi’s worries, but there was another concern she couldn’t forget.

Last night, she had wanted to ask him about Nie Yixiao.

Brother Yixiao had been missing for a long time.

Her heart was always hanging, uncertain whether he had left China or something had happened to him.

Huo Zhenyang had once declared that he would have people secretly look for him in Yunling.

So, the only thing she could be sure of was that Brother Yixiao hadn’t had the chance to leave Yunling yet.