Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 929 - 925: Jealousy

Having had some drinks, feeling somewhat agitated, Xiyan’s voice was slightly raised, "Stop the car, I want to get out, I want to go back!"

Ou Jue looked at Xiyan for a moment, then suddenly picked her up and placed her directly on his lap.

Then he looked down at her, "Xia Xiyan, are you jealous?"

Xiyan, having had too much to drink, couldn’t keep up with the pace of her thoughts, struggled a bit but couldn’t break free.

Instead, she felt exhausted, so she simply stopped struggling. Because of the alcohol, her speech started to become slurred.

"Jealous? Me, why would I be jealous..."

"Because I was clinking glasses and chatting with other women, even having lively conversations." Ou Jue calmly recounted what he’d done earlier, "So, you were jealous, weren’t you?"

"I wasn’t..."

"You were." Ou Jue’s tone was confident, even carried a hint of a light chuckle, he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "You clearly still love me."

"Jealous? Me, jealous? Hahaha..." The young girl was completely drunk, suddenly started to laugh foolishly.

Ou Jue wrapped his arm around her waist, unconsciously rubbing his cheek against Xiyan’s, his voice softened, "Just now I just wanted to test your feelings, that’s why I chatted a bit more with that woman."

Just tonight, before all this.

He was actually afraid that this woman would give up and stop liking him.

The drunken Xiyan was very obedient, letting him hold her, letting him rub against her cheek, letting him explain his actions.

Even the words she wanted to say didn’t have the edge they would have if she were sober, she just mumbled, "I, I don’t understand... but I know... you’re right, I do still love you."

Her cheeks, flushed from drinking, nodded to herself as she spoke.

Ou Jue stroked her hair, his voice luring, "What else? Say it again."

These words, he would never hear from her when she was sober.

At this moment, how could the drunken Xiyan know this was a trap?

She just dumbly followed his words and repeated, "I do still love you, I really love you. But, but what’s the point?

You still don’t love me now..."

Xiyan, feeling woozy, rested her little head against his chest and started to babble, "Do you know how much I hate still loving you? I feel so pathetic, I don’t know what exactly you’re thinking...

If you don’t love me, why would you still come bother me?

Tell me, why...

Oh... no...

You didn’t bother me, it was all my wishful thinking.

You came to the U.S. only to attend tonight’s party.

What does that have to do with me?

Hehehe... I’m so silly..."

Listening to her halting words, they were all words that could charm him to his core.

Ou Jue’s Adam’s apple moved, his grip on her tightened gradually.

He lowered his head.

Ou Jue held her tightly, at that moment, wishing nothing more than to embed her into his body.

His voice was slightly hoarse, ordering the driver, "Drive faster."

"Yes." The driver responded immediately.

The car sped along the straight asphalt road.

Upon reaching the hotel, Ou Jue took off his suit jacket and draped it over the half-asleep Xiyan, then lifted her across his arms.

Walking firmly to the elevator, he pressed the button for the 58th floor, looking down at the girl in his arms who resembled a kitten.

Ever since waking up from falling into the sea, a voice had been haunting Ou Jue’s mind like a curse.

[You don’t like Xia Xiyan now, you don’t like her anymore.]

But if he really didn’t like her anymore, why would he care so much about her every move?

He walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold water.

Pressing his hands against the wall, he lowered his head, letting the cold water wash over him.

His dark hair was completely wet, the bangs over his forehead covered his eyebrows, blocking his eyes.

The water kept flowing over his well-defined face, he let the cold water run over him.

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The next day.

Xiyan was woken up by the soreness in her throat.

She coughed twice and slowly opened her eyes.

This ceiling looks so familiar...

Oh, right, it’s the ceiling of the hotel she was staying at...

She thought blankly, then suddenly, the soft sensation beside her jolted her awake.

Xiyan turned her head in terror, finding she had actually woken up in Ou Jue’s arms.

Damn it!

What happened last night!

The man’s sleep was light, as soon as she moved, he woke up too.

"Ou Jue!" Xiyan struggled to sit up, covering her neckline with her hand, looking down at her clothes, raising her voice she shouted, "You bastard, what did you do to me!"

Ou Jue looked at her indifferently, "A single man and a woman in the same room, waking up on the same bed. What do you think we did?"

"You—cough cough cough." Xiyan suddenly started coughing violently.

As her consciousness returned, the pain in her throat became more apparent.

Not only that, her face was burning, and she felt completely dizzy.

Strange, even if she drank yesterday, she shouldn’t still be drunk after a whole night, right?

Seeing her in this state, Ou Jue’s eyes darkened slightly and he directly grabbed her arm.

"Don’t touch me! You beast, bastard, you—"

"Shut up." Ou Jue looked down at her, his voice deep.

He had an innate aura that easily intimidated others.

For a second, Xiyan was stunned.

He pulled her into his arms and reached out to feel Xiyan’s forehead, "You have a fever."

Xiyan snapped back to reality and struggled out of his embrace, "So what if I have a fever, let me go!"

She was indifferent, even exposing most of her body outside the thin blanket to distance herself from him.

Ou Jue, however, kept a calm face and covered her with the thin blanket, "Lie down properly! You have a fever and you’re still not behaving?"

Just as Xiyan was about to retort, her throat itched again.

"Cough, cough cough..." She coughed heavily, feeling even dizzier.

It must have been from getting cold at the party entrance last night.

She lay there watching Ou Jue walk to the floor-to-ceiling window, call someone under his command, and instruct a private doctor to come see her.

After he hung up the phone, he returned to the topic, "Why are you here?"

Ou Jue stood against the sunlight, his features clear, stating expressionlessly, "This is my room."

"Then why am I in your room?"

"How much did you drink yesterday that you forgot?"

Xiyan thought for a moment, but her memory was fragmented.

Her focus remained, "What happened between us last night?!"

Ou Jue was too lazy to respond and turned to pour a glass of hot water.

But when he returned, he found the girl had already pulled off the blanket and tried to get out of bed.

Ou Jue put the glass on the bedside, "What are you doing?"

"Going back to my own room! Staying far away from you!" she said angrily.

But her body was too weak, and she got up too quickly. She immediately blacked out and fell back onto the bed.

"Xia Xiyan." He called her name word by word, "Nothing happened last night, now lie back down immediately."

Xiyan was pressed back onto the bed.

She felt awful...

Xiyan’s head was too dizzy, she really had no strength to argue with him.

She could only lie there obediently, sipping a few mouthfuls of hot water.

Before long, the private doctor arrived, took her temperature, and found that she had a high fever, almost reaching 40 degrees!

The doctor quickly put Xiyan on two IV drips.

Now they could only wait until the drips were finished and check her temperature again in the evening to see if it could be controlled.

The young girl lay there weakly, with a needle in the back of her hand.

Ou Jue ordered his assistant to buy some light food.

Soon, the assistant returned with large bags of food and placed them on the dining table.

Ou Jue walked over, took a glance, and picked up a bowl of porridge.

He pulled a chair to the bedside, sat down, and stirred the steaming porridge with a spoon.

He didn’t speak to Xiyan throughout, just silently doing his task.

Until the steam dispersed a little, he scooped a spoonful and held it out, "Open your mouth."

Because of the fever, although Xiyan’s stomach was empty, she had no appetite at all.

She turned her gaze away, "I don’t want to drink."

He remained in the same position, "Even if you don’t want to, you have to."

Strong-willed and determined.

Xiyan pouted, "I won’t drink no matter what."

This guy is always so fierce.

"Not going to drink, huh?" Ou Jue’s dark eyes locked onto her.

This woman was being very disobedient right now.

Xiyan insisted, "Take it away..."

In the next moment, Ou Jue slightly parted his thin lips and drank the spoonful of porridge himself.

Then directly leaned down;

"Mmm... mmm..." Xiyan’s eyes widened. Before she could react, the porridge was passed into her mouth.

The slightly sweet porridge, mixed with Ou Jue’s taste, created a sensation that made her heart race.