Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 681 - 661: Can’t Wait Even a Minute

Xiaolei was startled, not expecting his cousin-in-law to answer the phone. It took him a while to gather his thoughts, "I... I’m looking for my cousin. Could you please ask him to come downstairs and take the call?"

Jiayi said indifferently, "The housemaid should have told you earlier that your cousin is in the study working. He doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s working. If you have something to say, tell me, and I can pass the message just the same."

Xiaolei realized that Jiayi had intercepted the call and could only say, "I went to the ’Locked Sparrow’ crew today, and the director suddenly reneged, saying that he wouldn’t hire me for the third female lead. If my cousin finds out, he will definitely be furious. I need to tell him, so he can take care of it for me."

Jiayi’s heart stirred, and a faint smile couldn’t help but appear on her delicate lips, "Xiaolei, it seems you really don’t understand the ways of the world in China. Why would the director suddenly change his mind for no reason?"

Xiaolei caught on, "Are you saying that it’s my cousin... that he contacted the crew and told the director not to use me?"

Jiayi shrugged, neither confirming nor denying it.

Xiaolei bit her lower lip hard, "No, that’s not possible."

"Otherwise, you can go and ask the director yourself. Your cousin is busy now, and his phone is unreachable at the moment. You should be able to reach the director’s phone, right?" With the last word spoken, Jiayi gently hung up the phone.

Although she brushed off Xiaolei, she felt an indescribable suspicion, feeling that something was amiss.

Was he really so angry with Xiaolei?

Not only did he move his cousin out of Disheng Villa to live in an apartment on Mira Road, but he also made sure to cut off Xiaolei’s work with the crew.

If he were truly angry, wouldn’t it have been simpler to send Xiaolei back to the country, out of sight and out of mind?

The current actions seemed not to be just ordinary anger.

Jiayi didn’t think much of it, as there was soup simmering in the kitchen, and Auntie Li was waiting too.

She turned and entered the kitchen.

*

The night deepened.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiayi transferred tonight’s nutritious soup into a clay pot, placed it on the stove, and closed the lid. She told Auntie Li to rest while she herself went upstairs.

As soon as she entered her room, a wave of hot air hit her, and she was wrapped in a pair of arms.

She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

She hadn’t expected him to finish work and come over so early today. She murmured, "You scared me."

His nose was very sensitive. He smelled something, burying his face in her neck, behind her ears, in her hair.

"Why are you coming up so late?" His voice was thick with desire, like a fire burning fiercely, ready to ignite with the slightest spark.

She felt so comfortable to embrace, her petite frame with a waist so slender that one large hand could almost encircle it, and although she seemed delicate and small, there was no lack of richness where it mattered.

He wasn’t smelling a fragrance, he was plainly taking liberties; Jiayi felt ticklish from his rubbing, leaned her body back to block his eagerness,

"I was in the kitchen with Auntie Li learning how to make soup... Ah... It’s ticklish... so ticklish, ha-ha... stop, it’s tickling me to death..."

"Are you planning to make lamb and deer whip soup like last time?" the man teased.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, still mortified by the news about the Yang-enhancing soup.

He loved to see her blushing and jumping like a startled rabbit the most.

Leaning close to her delicate and fair earlobe, he nibbled gently with neither too light nor too heavy bites, savoring it.

His hand became unruly, lifting her lounge dress and pulling down her underwear.

"I’m covered in the smell of cooking; I should go take a shower first..." she was frightened by his recklessness.

But the warmth he stirred was hard to cool down.

He continued to kiss gently yet firmly around her earlobe and neck.

Before long, she lost her voice, her strength seemed drained, leaving her soft and collapsing in his arms, panting delicately.

Since last night, she had actually been mentally prepared.

Since they had begun on their wedding night, it would likely be hard to avoid from now on.

It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury but hard to go from luxury back to frugality. That’s the truth of the matter.

This man had already tasted flesh; how could she expect him to return to being a celibate monk?

This big, hungry wolf, it seemed she definitely had to satisfy and fill him up.

Her delicate gasps aroused the flame of impulse in his bones, and with a tightening grip, he completely tore off the camisole.

The soft and thin camisole, once crumpled in the man’s palm, became a ball and was swiftly tossed onto the carpet beside them.

He spread her legs, which were evenly fleshed out, and wrapped them around his sturdy waist. With the posture of holding a baby, he carried her towards the bed.

The coolness under her skirt brought Jiayi back from her heated daze to lucidity.

Condom—

Yes, right, condom.

She glanced up and saw his pupils flaming as if on fire. If she stopped him now and asked him to wear a "little elf"... he’d probably get impatient, right?

Ten men out of ten dislike wearing condoms, and he was no exception, of course.

She swallowed nervously, deciding to use an indirect strategy, her eyes seductive as silk, she clutched at his neck, "Husband, I just went into the kitchen, and I’m dirty. Let’s shower first."

If they showered first, maybe he would calm down a bit and be more accepting of the conversation, right?

"No need, husband will shower with you later."

Anyway, they were both going to be sweating buckets soon enough; they could shower together then. Why bother now?

Her cheeks reddened, and she bit her lip, "No way, I’m covered in sweat and the smell of cooking oil! Aren’t you bothered by that?"

Where was there sweat and the smell of cooking oil? She clearly smelled delicious, so tempting that he wanted to devour her whole.

The little one in his arms struggled, making him even more restless, but eventually, he conceded, straightened up, and said sternly, "Ten minutes at most."

Breathing heavily, she jumped out of the bed, finally escaping his clutches momentarily, and dashed into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Jiayi stood in front of the washbasin mirror and saw that her neck and collarbone area were covered with marks he left behind.

What was more important was that she had been kissed by him until she felt soft as mud, enjoying it immensely, her gasps clearly seducing him to continue...

Splashing her face with water cooled down her body, making her much more calm.

She walked into the glass shower, removed her skirt, and was about to turn on the shower when she noticed a crimson stain on the edge of her skirt.

It was like a plum blossom blooming on the smooth surface of the skirt.

Only then did she belatedly realize she felt some discomfort in her lower abdomen.

Her period had come.

This time it wasn’t about avoiding him; her "relative" had truly arrived.

After showering, blow-drying her hair, and getting dressed, Jiayi walked out of the bathroom and silently approached him.

Just about ten minutes or so felt agonizingly long to him, almost like half a century.

He was almost about to burst into the bathroom.

"Took you long enough," he said in a hoarse voice, clearly dissatisfied, and without waiting, he tugged her wrist and pulled her down to sit on his lap.

"Where was it long, it was just over ten minutes."

"Don’t you know men can’t wait even a minute for this?" The moment she sat down against him, he began to breathe heavily again.