Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 717 - 697: She is His Achilles’ Heel

Huo Zhenyang seemed contemplative, allowing her to remove his coat and tie. Then he followed her back to the bedroom.

After bathing, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

Perhaps he was a bit tired today, he had soaked in the massage tub for a long time and even dozed off for a few minutes.

It wasn’t until his tense muscles relaxed that he got up and dried off his body.

The light in the bedroom was dimmed to a dusky, hazy glow.

His gaze swept around and locked onto the little woman curled up on the sofa, his eyes narrowing.

She had bathed in another bathroom at home and changed into a light purple nightgown.

Possibly waiting for him, she nested on the sofa next to the big bed and, as she waited, fell asleep.

This nightgown was something he had never seen her wear at home before.

He vaguely remembered that it was one of the sets of lingerie he had the secretary prepare for her when she just moved into Disheng.

Perhaps finding this nightgown too sexy and revealing, she felt too embarrassed to wear it. It stayed hidden in the back of the closet, never seeing the light of day.

A deep V-neckline, at the center of which a bow tie dangled as if it were a gift that could be undone with just a pull.

Beneath the gown was a matching thong bottom, connected to the dress.

The delicate lace straps seemed like they could break with a mere tug, capable of provoking his urge to destroy.

The material was so sheer, it subtly revealed the charming contours of her body.

She must have been utterly exhausted to fall asleep like that on the couch.

Suppressing the heat in his eyes, he walked over, keeping his breathing even until he calmed down.

Then he bent down, intending to carry her to the bed to sleep.

The moment he drew close, his warm breath brushed her face, startling her awake.

He straightened up, his gaze becoming more intense upon her.

Seeing that he had finished bathing and seemed to have been looking at her for quite some time, she sat up in a fluster.

Even without a mirror, through his gaze, she knew how alluring she appeared.

Her cheeks warmed slightly, but she took a deep breath in secret. Without any shyness, she bravely met his eyes, allowing him to admire her.

He became increasingly aware of her unusual behavior that night, his brow twitching, but he said nothing.

After a while, he spoke softly yet commandingly, "You go to sleep first. I’ll organize some official work in the study and then come over."

Seeing him turn away, she sprang up from the sofa, no longer considering anything, and blurted out, "Husband."

This was the second time tonight she called him husband.

The first was in the hospital out of fear, desperately needing his embrace.

This time, however, there was clearly another reason.

He stopped in his tracks, turning halfway around, his angular sideburns sharply handsome under the light, as if he already guessed what she was about to do.

Determined, she walked over, wrapping her arms around his strong, narrow waist from behind. Her voice was very soft, as if straining to hold back enormous embarrassment, "...Can you not go to the study tonight? Can you stay with me instead?"

Her slender arm slowly slid to the front of his waist, undoing the belt of his bathrobe and her hand sneaked inside through the open neckline.

When her touch met the firm body of the man, although familiar, it felt like a spark, making her retreat slightly in embarrassment, only to return immediately.

Well aware of her seductive intentions that night, he still couldn’t suppress his restlessness.

Yanking her wrist harshly, he pulled her into his embrace. Leaning down, his hot breath showered upon her face that already seemed on the verge of melting, his voice deep, "What are you doing?"

Steeled with resolve, she almost heroically declared, "Whatever you want to do, just do it."

For the sake of Zaizai, she was all in.

Pride and dignity, what were they worth anyway!

Zaizai is the apple of her eye; there can’t be the slightest slip-up.

It’s just like how Mommy was willing to marry Daddy, all to give her a legitimate status.

For Little Baozi, she could do anything.

The suspicion on his face grew stronger, yet it couldn’t suppress the eagerness she had already seduced out of him.

No matter her motives, he simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Every time they had a cold war, it was like damaging the enemy by a thousand and self-injuring by eight hundred; it was too hard for him to endure.

This little woman truly was his Achilles’ heel in this lifetime.

Even if she rode roughshod over him, even if she set her terms, even if she well knew that his pampering had turned her into a Princess who feared neither heaven nor earth, almost disregarding his dignity as a husband—

He still couldn’t bring himself to harshly punish her!

Every time she took the initiative with a frown or smile, every time she acted coquettishly, no matter how annoyed he was, he would let it all go.

This was an illness that needed to be cured.

But there was no medicine for it.

"This is what you asked for," his eyes darkened with desire, covered by raging lust, he circled her slender waist, lifting her up.

The passionate, lingering kiss delicately and relentlessly trailed down her tender neck nook, her shoulder blades, and even more secretive places...

His kisses were hot and forceful, tender yet intense, as if they gathered all the torment of being neglected by her recently.

From the sofa to the large bed in the inner room, it was only a distance of twenty steps or so, but her upper half was already covered with strawberries he had planted.

"Still angry with your husband?" While he fiercely kissed her body, he didn’t forget to teach her a lesson with his labored breaths.

At first, she stubbornly remained silent, clenching her teeth.

He certainly knew what she was thinking about. His kisses wandered to her most sensitive earlobes, his voice rasping, "Regarding LO, once I take care of the mineral rights in the s country, I’ll have her return to the country."

He paused, "On the day of the wedding banquet, bringing her along was also to deal with Uncle’s expectations."

Once this matter was handled, he would firmly secure the mineral rights in the s country and might resign from the positions of Yunling City Mayor and National Congressman, devoting himself entirely to the business realm.

By then, there would be no need to fear falling out with his uncle.

She was momentarily stunned, and the teeth she had been biting together seemed not as firm anymore...

The gloominess that had been clouding her heart also cleared up after the rain, brightening up.

"Really?" Something softened inside of her, and she licked her lips.

"When have I ever lied to you? What about you? You haven’t answered me yet," he persisted, another round of intense, gentle kisses descending upon her.

It wasn’t until he kissed her to the brink of unconsciousness, her body itching and tingling, that she weakly surrendered, her eyes misty, pleading for mercy, "Mhmm, I won’t fight with you anymore..."

"Is that all?" The man, tasting the sweetness, couldn’t help but continue to tease her.

She steadied her emotions and embraced his muscular neck, "Husband... let’s not fight anymore, okay?"

She didn’t know whether she said it just to cope with the moment or if she truly meant it.

She only knew that after she spoke, her little heart was pounding chaotically.

As soon as she finished speaking, he lifted his burning face from her neck nook, his deep and tranquil gaze instantly fixating on her, a softness and calm she had never seen before in his eyes.

"Okay," he uttered the word.

It had the gravity of an oath.

While speaking, he had already carried her to the edge of the bed.

She glanced at the bed that had already been made, feeling both nervous and relieved.

It was as if she was about to complete a mission, victory was within sight.

She was delighted, yet something felt amiss...