Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 693 - 673: Drunken Bout

Although it was just a brief moment, he was exceptionally sensitive and detected it.

His gaze shifted, seemingly guessing something, and suddenly let go of her, turning over to get out of bed.

With a swoosh, he pulled open the drawer she had rummaged through for condoms and started searching through it.

The drawer, filled with small miscellaneous items, mostly contained daily necessities, and since she moved in, it had been her personal space.

Parting the clutter on top, his expression turned fierce as he pulled out a packet of white pills, the back clearly marked "Levonorgestrel tablets".

They were post-coital emergency contraceptive pills.

Apparently, some had been used; two compartments were empty.

Twice...

Heh, exactly the two times they had been intimate since their marriage?

So she had been taking contraceptive measures from the very beginning?

A coldness spread slowly in the depths of his eyes, and the pills he was holding began to deform as he pinched them tighter.

Although they seemed closer than before, deep down in her heart, she did not consider herself as a wife who could walk hand-in-hand with him through life.

At most, he was just a PAO friend with whom she had registered their marriage.

In her heart, there was always Nie Yixiao; otherwise, why would she skip the honeymoon for his sake, staying up all night worried sick?

And why else wouldn’t she be willing to have his child?

Her actions had already given him a resounding slap in the face, showing just how irreplaceable her feelings for Nie Yixiao were, and yet he continued to delude himself.

More than once, he told himself that she was making progress, and that he needed to be patient with her.

Progress? Ha!

Jiayi was startled to see him find the contraceptive pills, but to her surprise, he did not explode with anger, only his face grew dark and his mood became frighteningly somber.

After a long while, Huo Zhenyang slapped the contraceptive pills onto the dresser and suddenly sat up.

She didn’t know what to say.

In fact, she really didn’t have much to say.

She truly wasn’t ready to have another child for him just yet.

And not willing to bear a child for a man should be considered an insult to him, right?

She watched helplessly as he walked out of the bedroom with a cold and deadly aura.

***

The young master hadn’t been home for several days, and the atmosphere in the entire villa was tense. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Auntie Li wanted to ask Jiayi, but fearing she was in a bad mood, she dared not ask too much.

On the surface, Jiayi’s life seemed to go on as usual.

Every evening, she helped Zaizai with his homework and took him to his interest classes.

Occasionally, she would go to the bridal shop, but most of the time, she stayed at home to look at design drafts, drawing them out.

Then there were the regular visits to Dr. An for treatment.

However, the effectiveness of the last two hypnosis sessions hadn’t been as good as the first.

No matter how hard she tried, during the hypnosis, she couldn’t see any images, and she could hardly hear any sounds.

It was like walking stumblingly through black fog, unable to find direction, until Dr. An’s voice pulled her back to reality.

Afterward, she asked Dr. An for the reason.

Dr. An said it indicated that her current state was somewhat resistant to memory-focused hypnosis and asked how her relationship with Mr. Huo was going lately.

Asked such a question, she felt her face heating up and said nothing.

This time, it was different from the last.

Last time, she could at least follow the scales of his dragon tattoo as she touched him, but this time, she had no idea where to start.

She had called George that day and only knew that he had already started working at the city hall.

But because of the several days off, there was a backlog of government work to get through.

Recently, he spent every night at his office or stayed at Huafu Biyuan near the city hall.

**

Nightclub, a private booth with dim and ambiguous lighting.

On the coffee table, there was an assortment of drinks at differing levels and an ice bucket for storing ice cubes.

Most of the liquor bottles were near empty, looking like the aftermath of a decadent and languid party.

Huo Zhenyang, resting on a spacious and comfortable sofa with his hands casually on the armrests, his eyes half-closed. With a faint flush on his prominent nose, it was a hue of intoxication as he was resting with his eyes closed.

Today, several foreign officials from brother cities had arrived.

After the day’s meeting ended, in a gesture of hospitality, Huo Zhenyang personally accompanied his secretary to check them into the Yunling Seven Star Hotel.

Since it was still early, they had some drinks in the hotel’s nightclub, as arranged by the host.

After three rounds of drinking, when everyone was slightly tipsy, he had the secretary escort the foreign guests back to their rooms.

"Boss, the foreign guests have gone up to rest, let me take you back to Huafu Biyuan to rest as well,"

George said, noticing Huo Zhenyang was slightly tipsy.

He rubbed his prominent nose. "I don’t want to go back so early. Get some more drinks."

"More drinks?" George was surprised, "Boss, you’ve already had quite a lot tonight. Drinking more could easily lead to drunkenness."

People who are not in a good mood can easily get blind drunk.

Getting drunk might even be better.

Better than going back to Huafu Biyuan alone, facing the four walls in loneliness and cold.

He furrowed his brow. "Cut the crap."

George dared not say more, went out to get a bucket of chilled drinks, and watched as the Boss drank one bottle after another until his cheeks were finally flushed, leaning back on the sofa.

"Boss, that’s enough, right? Stop drinking, let’s go back," George couldn’t help but persuade.

"Shut up," he said, his legs propped up, lazily resting on the coffee table, irritated.

"But if you keep drinking like this—"

"Get out, wait for me in the car outside! Don’t bother me," he snapped.

With no choice, George took the door to the private room and left first.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel nightclub corridor.

From inside a booth, there came the sounds of lively dice games, competitive drinking, and karaoke.

Men and women in front of the big screen in the booth were twisting their young bodies, dancing in a lively group.

A handsome young man, clearly drunk, holding an unopened cold beer, staggered over to the corner of the sofa where a mixed-race beauty sat and belched:

"Why are you sitting here by yourself? The producer has invited all the cast and crew to have fun, don’t be shy, come on, have a drink, and after that, I’ll take you dancing!"

Xiaolei was disgusted and pushed away the beer, standing up: "Drink it yourself if you want to. Miss me has no time."

A minor male supporting actor wants to cosy up to her? Touch her tofu? Dream on.

The man was plastered and got angry, his speech slurred as he was unwilling to take no for an answer and sarcastically said:

"Damn, I’m offering you face, and you don’t want it, really thinking you’re some kind of mayor’s cousin. Let me tell you, once you’re in the entertainment circle, everyone’s the same, no one is more noble than the others! Besides, isn’t your cousin the mayor? If he really cared about you, had a close relationship, why hasn’t he landed you a lead role? You’re just like us, playing a bit part or a supporting role! What are you pretending for, pah."

Xiaolei’s eyes darkened, she snatched the beer from his hand, took a bottle opener from the coffee table, and aimed at the man, popping the cap with a "pssht."

The beer sprayed out like a fountain, drenching the man, soaking him as if he was a drowned rat.

"Ahahaha—" Xiaolei laughed mockingly, feeling much better.