Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1360 - 1338

So, he had never left her, always staying by her side?

Just in another way...

Ya Chen quietly waited for her embarrassment to pass.

N, just like she had initially guessed, was the first letter of the word "night."

At first, Ya Chen just casually chose a username.

But he never imagined that he and she would need to communicate in this way.

Initially, he only wanted to help her fend off those online trolls saying unpleasant things and making her unhappy.

Later, during the days when she hated him, he could only protect her in this manner.

He never expected that she would truly consider MR.N a friend.

He was jealous of MR.N, who she regarded as her guardian angel online.

Jealous of other men was one thing, but he even had to be envious of himself. He thought he was truly crazy.

However, from today, there was no MR.N, only him.

He chose to meet her today to tell her that MR.N was actually him, for this very purpose.

He held an umbrella over her head, holding a cane in one hand, and walked out of the pavilion.

She hadn’t regained her senses, just followed him in a daze, down the mountain.

Although the rain had lessened, the steps down the mountain were drenched and muddy from the earlier downpour.

Chu Xinyue hadn’t yet reacted when she saw Ya Chen stop, squat down with his long body at the steps down the mountain.

She was startled, not understanding what he intended, until his calm voice reached her: "Get on."

Only then did she understand, the ground was dirty and slippery, he wanted to carry her. She quickly said: "No need..."

He had impaired vision, and asking a... disabled person to carry her seemed not quite right.

He was displeased with her refusal, frowning: "I can’t see, but my legs are fine. You hold the umbrella, guide me on where to walk, worried I’ll fall and injure you?"

Even with impaired vision, his pride remained strong, and Chu Xinyue took a deep breath but still wrapped her arms around his neck, held the umbrella, and climbed onto his back.

His back was long and broad, giving a very steady, reassuring feeling. As soon as she lay down, a strong sense of security enveloped her, her legs clinging to his narrow waist, being carried step by step down the mountain.

The mountain path wasn’t easy to navigate, she felt some bumps beneath, yet felt so secure, knowing he would not let her fall. Unconsciously, her arms tightened around his neck.

He could feel her dropping her guard, beginning to accept him, and walked each step more firmly and cautiously—not for himself, but for the person on his back, as though carrying the most precious jewel.

She held the umbrella and gave directions, he carried her; their division of labor clear, coordination seamless.

The tall, handsome man carrying the petite woman amid the drizzling rain painted a perfect picture.

Once down the mountain, Ya Chen set Chu Xinyue down.

She looked at her own feet, realizing she hardly had a single splash of mud, then looked at him, soaked through.

Throughout the journey, he had protected her closely.

At the foot of the mountain, the guards were startled seeing His Highness carrying Chu Xinyue down, hastily opened the car door, and ushered them up.

...

Back at the hotel.

The guards looked at the prince covered in mud and couldn’t help but say: "Your Highness, you should take a bath first, don’t catch a cold. Do you need me to assist you with bathing and changing clothes?"

"No need."

A guard glanced at Chu Xinyue, silently blaming himself for overstepping, truly too nosy. With the princess consort present, why worry about the prince having no help, he tactfully closed the door and left.

Hearing the door click shut, Ya Chen turned to Chu Xinyue.

Chu Xinyue couldn’t help blushing, understanding his meaning.

Refusing the guard’s help, clearly waiting for her assistance, she feigned ignorance: "I’ll go change my clothes first. You should clean up too."

Finished, she quickly fled to her own bedroom as if running away.

Did he think being MR.N, carrying her down the mountain, gave him such audacity?

Shutting the bedroom door, she took a shower, changed into dry clothes, and walked out.

No one in the living room, Ya Chen evidently entered his room, the sound of water still coming from inside, likely taking a shower.

She let out a breath; he should be able to handle it himself.

Just about to turn, she heard a slip sound from his room’s bathroom—

Then something heavily hit the ground!

Her heart nearly jumped out; did he fall?

After all, his vision was impaired, and the bathroom tiles were so slippery.

Without a second thought, she pushed the door and rushed in, the bathroom door wasn’t closed tightly. As she entered amidst the steam, she did not see a fallen man on the ground, hadn’t yet reacted, but only felt her wrist being grabbed, her body leaning forward.

Did he intentionally use this method to make her come in?

She was both angry and amused, barely had time to speak before he already picked her up, heading towards the room.

He would never let her go, today, henceforth, in this lifetime.

The time at the hotel in S Country, he had been unconscious, never truly savoring her presence.

This time felt like it truly belonged to him and her for the first time.

...

In the early morning light, on the large bed, Ya Chen’s long eyelashes were closed, still asleep, the handsome line of his lips revealing deep fulfillment.

Chu Xinyue struggled several times before finally freeing herself from his clinging arm, able to breathe smoothly, almost suffocating.

Looking at someone’s attractive sleeping face, a flush spread across her cheeks.

After a while, her feet touched the ground.

He instinctively in his sleep grabbed her hand, not allowing her to leave even half a step.

She gently tried to push him off, Ya Chen woke immediately, his gaze flickered slightly and then solidified: "Where are you going?"

Clearly married to him, yet Chu Xinyue acted as if she had done something shameful, her face heated, knowing he couldn’t see but still avoided his eyes: "I’m going to work. Today is Monday..."

"Can’t you not go?" he wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, speaking with a gentle yet slightly possessive tone.

She took a deep breath: "No, I can’t."

"I’ve invested in MK, becoming a major shareholder of your magazine. If I don’t want you to work, you don’t have to go." He frowned.