Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!

She took a deep breath, lifted her delicate cheeks, and stared straight at him, her eyes covered in frost like snow:

"Please show some respect, Mr. Huo, we are already divorced."

A single sentence, filled with distance and politeness.

Indeed, Huo Zhenyang’s grip loosened slightly, a strict and harsh look suddenly apparent in his eyes.

Jiayi took the opportunity to step back, maintaining a distance from him.

Finally, his complexion returned to normal, and he fixed his gaze on her:

"I will remarry you. The divorce was just a temporary measure to ensure the smooth handling of your case."

He certainly knew what she was angry about.

Actually, he had been ready to explain everything to her when he went to pick her up from the police station that day.

It was just that he hadn’t expected she wouldn’t give him a chance to explain.

And to think she had been hastily taken back by Nie Yixiao, who had just returned to the country, and had even stayed in Nie Yixiao’s apartment for a few days.

When his subordinate found out her whereabouts, his blood surged with rage, and on his way over, he didn’t even know what kind of feelings he harbored.

That woman—

Had actually lived with another man for a few days!

At this moment, the fact that he could still speak to her calmly was, for him, nothing short of a miracle.

Jiayi’s fair lips quivered, as if she had heard a laughable joke, her smile revealing a hint of coldness.

He was going to remarry her?

Could he be any more arrogant?

This man, as expected, was set in his ways, his nature unchangeable, always so overbearing and selfish.

He thought he was doing her a favor, so he left her without a word, abandoning her in the detention center for ten days to half a month.

Now that she was released, he disregarded her wishes and simply threw out, "I will remarry you."

Has he ever considered whether she would like to remarry him?

Why does he always see himself as a king, always feeling that he can dominate others’ lives?

The decisions he makes never take into account her own opinions.

He wishes for a divorce, he gets one; he wants a remarriage, he insists on it.

What is she then?

A mere accessory who passively obeys him, a puppet manipulated by him without intelligence?

Seeing her silence, Huo Zhenyang’s brows showed a trace of annoyance.

He took two steps forward, not sparing any effort in lifting her thin and pointed chin: "Don’t you have something to say!?"

His fierce gaze, sharp as arrows, locked onto her face.

She trembled under his rough fingertips, meeting his eyes:

"You told me to leave, I left. You tell me to come back, sorry, I’ve rolled too far, can’t come back."

The tips of his fingers that were grasping her tender chin trembled slightly.

Then, with a cold laugh, "Whether you can come back or not doesn’t matter, the question is whether I want you to come back."

No sooner had the words left his lips, Jiayi’s heart jolted with alarm, and sure enough, without surprise, her entire body was lifted into the air, carried on the shoulder of this damned man.

"George! Open the door! Let’s go back!" His voice lowered as he gave a sharp command.

George didn’t say a word, hurrying to open the rear car door.

Although the Boss using force might make the young lady even angrier, in such a situation, he couldn’t bother with other considerations.

Alas! Better to take the young lady back first.

"Put me down! Bastard! I have nothing to do with you anymore! This is indecency! Put me down! If people see the mayor like this, can you still sit securely in your position—"

She clenched her fists tightly, pounding hard on the man’s strong shoulder muscles.

Official position, power, Huo Group... aren’t these what he cares about the most?

"Shut up!" he barked, slapping her soft buttocks forcefully, his voice threatening and fierce.

Her skin elsewhere was delicate and tender, making it painful for him to even think of hitting her there.

But her buttocks had more flesh, and since it was numb, slapping her there didn’t make him feel sorry.

She clenched her lower lip, fists still pounding on his shoulder, "Bastard! Scum! Put me down! I don’t want to go back with you——"

His residual anger hadn’t entirely dissipated, suppressed only by his patience. Hearing her say this, his indignation couldn’t help but surge again, and he halted his leather boots abruptly, "You don’t want to go back with me? You want to stay here with that Nie guy? Have you no shame at all!"

She laughed angrily, "Mr. Huo, I’m single now, not some Mrs. Huo. It’s perfectly legal and legitimate for me to live with anyone, and I don’t need your consent. It’s you who should be ashamed! Put me down!"

As she spoke, she kicked him forcefully with her leg.

The blow struck right at his sensitive spot.

He grimaced in pain, reflexively bending over.

She could feel her hit had landed on something hard in between his trousers. She gritted her teeth—served him right! Hope it’s shattered!

"Put me down! I’m not going back to Disheng! I won’t go back with you——"

Just as she was about to take advantage of his pain to jump down, his hand still clutched her firmly, pressing her waist down with force, and he sneered through gritted teeth:

"Don’t worry, we’re not going back to Disheng, next week you will accompany me to Mexico."

Having said that, he continued striding towards the Maybach Zeppelin without stopping.

To Mexico?

What the hell?

Why go to such a place?

She didn’t have time to think more about it. Seeing the car was just a few steps away, she became desperate:

"I won’t go! I’m calling the police! I’m shouting for help!"

This was a suburban area of Yunling, and it was a high-priced luxury apartment complex. Even in broad daylight, there were hardly any people around.

How could her threats stop him?

"Let her go." A cold male voice came from behind.

Huo Zhenyang’s steps came to an abrupt halt, his gaze piercingly cold as he looked over.

Brother Yixiao was back!

Jiayi took advantage of Huo Zhenyang’s diverted attention, and without hesitation, bit hard into the flesh of his shoulder and leapt down.

Nie Yixiao’s face changed slightly, and with long strides, he quickly went over and caught her, murmuring softly:

"Are you all right? Don’t forget that you currently..."

"I’m fine." Jiayi threw Nie Yixiao a glance, signaling him not to continue.

Seeing the two whispering to each other and his hand resting on her waist, Huo Zhenyang’s brows furrowed with anger.

Was he being treated as if he didn’t exist?

The thought of her going back to Nie Yixiao’s place as soon as she got out of detention, and having lived together for days, made his eyes redden.

Watching the two of them being intimate right in front of him, he gritted his teeth even harder.

"Are you not coming over?" His voice was so cold it could freeze all living creatures nearby, sending chills down one’s spine.

Jiayi, supported by Nie Yixiao, stood up and, without a second thought, grasped his hand tightly. She leaned back, hiding behind him.

She looked as if facing a malevolent force, yet with Nie Yixiao’s protection, she felt fearless.

He erupted in anger, "I’ll repeat it one more time, come here."

Her petite form shrank even further behind Nie Yixiao.

Nie Yixiao firmly clasped her trembling hand and stared straight at the enraged man:

"You haven’t forgotten that you’re divorced from Jiayi, have you? On what basis are you ordering her over?"

"I don’t need to explain my qualifications to you," Huo Zhenyang couldn’t be bothered to argue, his gaze lethal, focused on their interlocked hands; his eyes tightened as he took several steps towards them.

Nie Yixiao, with his tall and upright build, didn’t hesitate to shield Jiayi:

"You should remember that when you abandoned Jiayi alone in the detention center, leaving her scared and anxious, the moment you made her sign those divorce papers, you had already turned her heart cold. You might have a thousand reasons, but for her, there’s only one—when she needed you the most, you gave up on her."