Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 682 - 662: Enduring Will Lead to Ruin

Inhaling the sweet fragrance from the little woman’s body, he was like a famished beast, ready to feast on her at any moment.

She confessed honestly, "Today is probably not going to work. I just discovered... my period has started."

The man’s movements paused, his face hovering beside her ear,

Then, his handsome eyebrows knitted tightly as he looked at her, "An excuse like that works only once, can you change it up a bit?"

She had cried wolf before, and he would not believe her again.

That was also how she had evaded him last time.

Her little nose and mouth puckered up, on the verge of crying from injustice, "I’m telling the truth."

And her stomach was quite uncomfortable.

Just like the first two days of her period every month.

An old problem of hers.

He sensed from the pain she was trying to hide that she wasn’t lying.

Because he was too familiar with her reactions during her menstrual cycle.

The flame in his deep eyes suddenly extinguished, then his gaze darkened, a face full of restraint and frustration, he tilted her pointed little chin upward, "Are you trying to kill your husband?"

Why didn’t you say so earlier? Waiting until I’m like a fully drawn bow, ready to "shoot" at any moment, and then you tell me it’s not okay?

Is this little woman trying to torture me to death?

She looked up, seeing the unresolved burning red on his handsome face, her lips moving tentatively, "I just found out too. Can you... endure it a bit?"

"Enduring could ruin me. You have to take care of this today," he said with a stern face.

"How should I...?" she asked, bewildered, not yet understanding.

His gaze shifted, the dark luster in his deep black eyes twinkling with a nefarious amber, the red on his prominent nose even more vivid.

Immediately, he lifted his long fingers, traced her tender lips, and rasped in a low voice, "The little mouth up here works too."

Every word the man said sizzled with heat, breath falling hot on her face.

Her face flushed deeply, understanding his meaning, she instantly refused, "No!"

His face darkened, "No?"

She felt ashamed and indignant, "It’s dirty~ so dirty!"

Just thinking about it made her feel nauseous—

"Calling me dirty?" The man’s brows froze, his displeasure growing.

She felt helpless, "Not you, it’s that. Anyway, I don’t want to..."

Her voice wavered, close to tears.

Most women have a sense of cleanliness, and it’s normal to feel uncomfortable the first time, but this time he was not planning to let her off.

There’s a first time for everything, how could she not even try?

His dark eyes turned gloomy, his large hand forcefully pressed down on the back of her head.

"I—don’t want to!" She turned to dodge.

With a "snap," he loosened the expensive blue-black tie from his shirt, and before she could react, quickly wound it around her wrists, tying her hands together and pulling them above her head.

"What are you doing~ let me go! Untie me..." She struggled desperately, her delicate and pretty feet attempting to kick him.

"I’ll untie you later if you behave," he said wickedly, his hand sliding to his strong waist, unbuckling his belt.

Screaming was useless, pleading was futile, and crying was even more pointless.

Underneath the bed, he would pamper her, plucking stars from the sky for her.

But in bed, he was her king and master, never yielding to her wishes.

The detestable man would at most caress her disheveled hair, panting, "Baby, hang on a bit longer."

Just hang on a little longer? To hell with that.

Throughout the ordeal, the only thing she could do was breathy sobbing and weeping while being tossed around like a tattered rag doll.

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After it ended, he got up to clean the mess.

The scent in the bedroom filled Jiayi with immense shame.

More shameful than having an actual fight with him—

Lying on the bed, she felt completely drained and gasped for breath for a long time before running to the bathroom.

After brushing her teeth twice, and no longer tasting his scent, she finally came out.

He was still basking in the afterglow. Upon seeing the little woman looking so aggrieved, he took two steps towards her, scooped her into his arms, tucked her into the blankets, and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

His rough thumb gently stroked her slightly swollen lips, as if this spot was his indescribably treasured possession.

"Does your mouth hurt?"

So he had just laid down the law, and now he was offering her a sweet date?

Who was it just now that treated her like an inflatable doll to ravage!

She pleaded for mercy and he didn’t stop. He was despicable.

She didn’t want to be fooled by him, to calm down so easily. Her elbow jabbed him, she pounded his chest and completely ignored him.

Seeing that she was upset, he wrapped his arms around her even tighter, as if consoling a three-year-old child, and started to coax her softly, "You’ll get used to it next time."

There would be a next time? She felt like crying.

She thought that getting her period would give her a break, but instead, it seemed to escalate things.

Wouldn’t she now have no peace year-round, with not even the fiercest aunt able to stop his advances?

Whether it was because of the previous intensity or her emotions still unsettled, her lower abdomen began to throb with a dull pain.

Huo Zhenyang, observing her slight change in facial expression from the side – her clenching teeth, her glossy forehead beading with sweat – guessed somewhat, and moved his hand to the front, pressing her flat stomach and massaged it gently, "Does your stomach hurt?"

His hands were strong, but at that moment he was as gentle as possible, and skilled too. His method for massaging her stomach was very precise, right at the spot just above her lower abdomen.

The warmth from the palm of his hand transferred to her skin, and in an instant, it seemed to genuinely alleviate some of the pain from her cramps.

A small movement tugged at her heart, she forgot that she had just decided not to calm down so quickly and also that his large hand felt especially comforting. She finally stopped resisting, but still, unconsciously, she pursed her reddened lips, "You’re so skilled at this, how many women have you massaged like this?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she clammed up, almost startled by herself,

Even if he had massaged the stomachs of all his past companions, what was it to her?

Was she crazy, asking such a question?

Fortunately, behind her ear, his breathing was even, and he wasn’t angry. Instead, he lowered his voice by her neck, "Don’t you remember?"

"Hm?" She was perplexed.

"Years ago, you were sent away by the old man to study at Jin University. Once, when you were in pain like this, I massaged you too. All these years, and your trouble hasn’t gotten better." He lightly scratched her nose, his gaze soft.

Her expression froze, then darkened with indescribable sadness. It took her a while to stammer out, "Really."

Although she had gradually learned most of their history from George and Auntie Li’s fragmented accounts over the last four years, they couldn’t possibly know the intimate details of the time she spent with him.

Those details in her memories, the past moments they shared, were coated in a thick layer of dust, sealed at the bottom of her memory.

The more intimate she became with him, the more she couldn’t wait to remember everything.

But, could she really remember?

After marrying him, she not only practiced puzzles for training but also visited the hospital for a couple of check-ups.

The doctor’s response was still the same as before, a simple sentence: Strengthening the reconstruction of the brain’s memory function in the later stage still holds hope.

There’s still hope... What a hopeful yet hopeless statement.

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