Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 679 - 659: Honeymoon
Or perhaps, as Huo Zhenyang said, Brother Yixiao really was just deceiving himself, taking the evidence and going into hiding, then looking for an opportunity to return to the organization to submit the evidence?
However, it was obvious that the Huo Family hadn’t found Nie Yixiao yet; otherwise, there definitely would have been some action.
After thinking it over, in the end, Jiayi still didn’t have the courage to speak up.
She didn’t want to disrupt the temporarily tranquil situation just after reconciling with him.
The two of them tacitly maintained silence regarding this matter.
Perhaps not wanting to break the rare quiet moment, neither brought it up.
At this moment, after organizing her thoughts, Jiayi took a deep breath and hopped out of bed.
With a swish, she pulled back the curtains. The sky was clear, the sun shone brightly—a very fine day that instantly lifted one’s spirits.
After washing up and getting dressed, Jiayi walked out of the room and instinctively glanced at the guest room next to the study.
The door was ajar, the room empty and hollow. Seeing that there was no one inside and that personal belongings had also been cleared out,
Indeed, Xiaolei was sent out of the villa today.
Turning to go downstairs, the lunch arranged by Auntie Li awaited on the dining table.
It was the three dishes and one soup specifically selected by the young master in the morning, light yet nutritious and tasty, with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, suitable for a patient.
After eating, Jiayi was about to go upstairs when Auntie Li stopped her, "Wait a moment, young madam. These are what the young master had his secretary bring over this morning for you to look at, to choose a place."
Choose a place?
She was somewhat puzzled, watching as Auntie Li brought over a few brochures and handed them to her. She then sat down on the sofa.
They were travel brochures from various countries, with vivacious and lifelike photos of attractions that felt almost three-dimensional. One could almost reach out and touch them, giving an immersive experience.
Mostly from places like Bali Island, French overseas territories, Dubai, and other countries with a romantic flair.
"The young master will start to have some downtime with official matters beginning next week, and he could then go on a honeymoon with you," Auntie Li said with a smile. "So the young master wanted you to pick and see which place you’d like to go to."
No wonder these were all locations suitable for newlyweds on their honeymoon.
She flipped through them one by one, but didn’t make a choice on the spot.
Seeing that she seemed to be considering, Auntie Li didn’t ask further. After all, they could discuss it together once the master returned.
***
In the evening, just before dinner, there was a stir at the entrance.
Huo Zhenyang returned from the city hall.
George parked the car in the courtyard and, carrying the Boss’s briefcase, followed him inside.
"The young master is back," Auntie Li’s voice floated in.
Jiayi was downstairs watching cartoons with Zaizai.
The kindergarten homework had become somewhat heavy lately. Huo Zhenyang had also arranged for several specialty courses for Zaizai recently, hiring a few renowned teachers. It seemed he wanted to start nurturing the future successor of the Huo Family early, which was steadily increasing Zaizai’s academic pressure. Yet Jiayi still tried to make sure Zaizai had time to relax.
Hearing Auntie Li’s voice, Jiayi stood up and walked towards the entrance.
A day full of tedious official work added a touch of fatigue to Huo Zhenyang’s deep eyes.
She walked over, took his briefcase from George, handed it to Auntie Li, and asked her to take it upstairs, saying, "You’re back."
The house was warm. She walked over and helped him out of his coat.
In their interactions as husband and wife, she was like a child still learning to walk, taking it step by step.
He could feel that she was trying her best to adapt to the role of a good wife. Although she was still somewhat awkward, she could already make his brow smooth out.
Perhaps his outburst this time truly frightened the little lady.
Whether it was from fear or guilt, he greatly appreciated her virtuous and good motherly demeanor of staying obediently at home waiting for him to return.
Especially beneath the virtuous and motherly facade, in bed she was still so timidly fresh and appealing.
She always said he was overbearing and did not care about her wishes, acting without giving her any notice...
But she didn’t know that her existence seemed tailor-made for him by the heavens, so how could he let her go?
Thinking of this, his pupils slightly narrowed, shining with an amber gleam.
This argument, although it frightened her, also made him suffer quite a bit.
Since their wedding night, he had endured until now without touching her.
Heaven knows how much fire he had piled up inside, watching her walk into the bedroom alone in her pajamas every night, he felt both annoyed and desperately wanted to grab her and devour her voraciously.
Although they made up last night, she fell ill, and he was not in a position to force himself.
Given how starving he was, she was so weak last night that if he had been rough, she’d probably have to be admitted to the hospital again this morning.
Holding her all night, being able to look but not touch, was an even greater torture.
At that thought, Huo Zhenyang’s fatigue from the day instantly dissipated, replaced by waves of heat.
He stood tall and straight, his fingers lazily loosening the collar of his white shirt.
Seeing her holding his trench coat, about to turn and go inside, he suddenly stretched out a long arm, wrapped his arm around her waist, and without any hesitation, rolled her toward him.
George was still at the side and discreetly turned away.
The surrounding servants also drifted away on their own.
"Aren’t you hungry? Dinner is ready, let’s eat first," she said, holding his coat, her face turning red, whispering to divert his attention.
He was tall and muscular, overshadowing the light in her field of vision. After taking off his coat, the white shirt clung irresistibly to his body, exuding a distinctly male hormone scent as he leaned down and whispered seductively into her delicate earlobe, "I am hungry, but I’d rather eat you."
Her fair and endearing face flushed with two spots of red, illustrating the phrase ’a feast for the eyes.’
No lavish feast could compare to the treasure he had hidden at home.
She seemed in much better spirits compared to her weakness the night before, probably almost fully recovered.
She felt the fiery heat on his sturdy body and heard his blatantly unrestrained voice, low and pressing, as she tried pushing him away, "Stop it, George is still here."
Did this man not know what tiredness was?
He looked somewhat strained just a moment ago, but now that he was touching her, his energy seemed to surge back.
"Madam can ignore me," came George’s voice, drifting over.
Embarrassed, Jiayi’s face reddened like an apple, and glancing at the dining room, she muttered, "The food’s getting cold. Let’s go to the dining room..."
Her coy and helpless demeanor was as sweet as a piece of cake.
Unbeknownst to her, such resistance only served to increase a man’s interest.
The dining room? Mm, a good place. Huo Zhenyang’s gaze darkened further, almost giving an order then and there for the servants to return to their rooms and lock the doors, to carry her directly to the dining room and eat—her.
That table was quite large, affording them plenty of space to move around.
To be honest, they had tried plenty of locations, but had never done it on the dining table at home...
Even without being able to read minds, Jiayi could guess the unhealthy thoughts he had by the silence in his eyes, and she couldn’t help holding her forehead.
The uncle who sold soup ingredients at the market that day wasn’t wrong; indeed, a newlywed man seems to think of nothing but this all day long, wishing he could have it on his mind twenty-four hours a day.
