Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 770 - 750: Husband... Don’t Go (3)

All the care and indulgence she had received from him in the past, was it just to withstand the pain she was feeling from him now?

Her heart connected to her stomach, tugging in waves, and finally, she could no longer suppress the discomfort in her body.

With a furrowed brow, she dropped her small luggage bag and hurried to the trash can at the corner of the wall, her hand bracing against it as she violently threw up.

Due to not eating much, there was hardly anything to vomit.

It felt like tiny hands were clutching at her throat, causing her to feel nauseous continuously.

After dry heaving to the point of exhaustion, she seemed to collapse, sliding down and crouching on the street.

The noise of the bustling traffic drowned out the sound of her retching.

No one noticed her.

Even if someone did see her, they would just glance and then hurry past.

Jiayi propped herself up, grabbed her luggage bag, and continued walking towards the area across the street where she could hail a cab.

Only a few steps in, the night wind hit her face, and that was when she felt the coldness on her cheeks.

She lifted her hand and wiped it across her face, only to realize that, without knowing when, she had cried a face full of tears.

Summoning her spirits, she stepped onto the crosswalk right as the traffic light was changing.

A car trying to beat the light zipped past a second before the change.

She was dazed, her reaction a beat too slow. She saw the car speeding towards her and just stood there on the road, forgetting to dodge.

"Screech"—

The driver, realizing just in time and breaking out in a cold sweat, slammed on the brakes, stopping less than half a meter from her, only to see the woman in front of him close her eyes and go limp, collapsing.

It seemed as though she had fainted from the shock.

Almost simultaneously, a tall figure dashed out from the side of the road, scooped the woman up off the ground, leaned over with his long body, appearing to check her for injuries with great care.

In the dazzling and bright headlights of the car, the driver saw the man’s features drawn tight, the contours of his face taut as a string, filled with tension and anger.

The driver shuddered involuntarily and hurried out of the car, quickly trying to defend himself:

"...I didn’t hit her, she fainted by herself, it’s not my fault..."

The man couldn’t be bothered to waste words on the driver; he picked up Jiayi, turned around, and strode off towards the nearby sidewalk.

His departing figure, like the wind, was solemn and chilly, sending a shiver down the driver’s spine.

Only when impatient honking started from behind on the road did the driver jump back into his car.

*

As Jiayi’s vision faded to black, she felt herself caught in a broad embrace.

The embrace was scorching yet mellow, calming her down.

Though she still lacked the strength to open her eyes, she felt at ease.

Was it him?

Had he not waited for her outside the police station and came looking for her?

"Husband..." she murmured in her drowsy state, instinctively nestling closer within his hold.

Lost in her daze, she forgot the divorce agreement, forgot the declaration he had made on television about severing ties with her.

The man paused in his steps, silent for a long time.

After a while, he bent his head down and gently nuzzled her delicate cheek.

The action was tender and affectionate, filled with a calming strength and imbued with endless heartache.

She was like a little kitten abandoned and wandering for a long time, finally receiving pity. Her hand tightened, clinging to the man’s neck, burrowing into his chest, and she whispered, "Husband... don’t go..."

It felt as though his heart was sliced, aware of the wrongs she had faced during her time in detention.

At the same time, he could feel her forehead burning up like a furnace.

He touched her little hand, which was ice cold.

He gripped her little hand tightly and rubbed it for a while.

Feeling the small woman in his arms growing a bit warmer, he continued towards the nearby parking lot.

Upon reaching the car, the man swiftly pulled open the door with one hand and gently placed her in the passenger seat, securing the seatbelt for her.

Taking the driver’s seat, he glanced at Jiayi beside him.

Starting the engine, he left the parking lot.

**

A clean and exquisitely arranged bedroom.

The elegant curtains were tightly drawn.

An orange floor lamp was adjusted to the perfect brightness for sleep, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

On the soft, large bed, a petite figure remained in an unconscious slumber, tightly wrapped in a thick wool blanket.

Occasionally, with eyes closed, she would turn slightly, murmuring in discomfort.

The sound of the door opening.

A tall silhouette cast upon the carpet, carrying a cup of boiled water as he walked in.

The man sat by the bed and tested her forehead temperature with the back of his hand.

When he had first returned, he checked on her, fed her medicine once, and her fever had subsided somewhat.

But she still hadn’t woken up.

She needed to take medicine again.

He bent down, lifted her delicate back like a thin sheet of paper, took the pill, and gently pried open her lips to let her hold it.

Then, he gradually fed her the water.

Her consciousness was still in a semi-comatose state, and she choked a couple of times, "Cough--"

He put down the cup and gently rubbed her back until her complexion recovered before continuing to give her water.

After the medicine was given, she was placed back on the bed, lying flat.

Turning off the light, the man prepared to get up with the cup in hand, but his fingers were held by her grasp.

"Don’t go..." Jiayi murmured with her eyes closed, her beautiful eyebrows tightly furrowed, still clearly in pain.

The man paused, took her slender wrist, and tucked it back into the blanket.

Just as he was about to pull away, she hooked her little finger around his stubbornly, the tone of her voice even more pitiable, as if pleading, "...please. Hold me... hold me."

It was as if someone had sliced through his heart.

Almost without hesitation, he embraced her through the wool blanket, allowing her to rest her head on his arm.

As if finding a haven to rely on, she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep even in the midst of her confusion and darkness.

He leaned against the headboard, his long arms wrapped around her waist, holding her from behind.

But he was careful to avoid her lower abdomen as if it barely existed, afraid of accidentally pressing on it.

Like a knight guarding a princess, the man maintained this posture, staying awake the entire night.

*

The next day, when Jiayi opened her eyes, it was already noon.

The heavy feeling in her head had mostly subsided. She sat up, took a sharp breath as she took in her surroundings, and recognized the unfamiliar bedroom.

It looked well-decorated and seemed to be an expensive place. But she had never been here before.

Where was this?

...Last night...

After being frightened on the street last night, she finally couldn’t hold on and fainted...

The person who carried her away... wasn’t him?

She jumped out of bed, endured the still somewhat weak legs, and walked toward the door.

At that moment, the door opened.

A familiar figure appeared before her, showing a hint of joy upon seeing her awake.

"Brother Yixiao..." She murmured softly.

It wasn’t that man who had carried her away on the street last night.

It was Brother Yixiao who had returned.

The man who had held her all night long, keeping her warm, also wasn’t him.

Why did the tip of her heart suddenly feel a tiny bit of Xiaxia’s loss...