Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1237 - 1215

The corner of the sofa.

A slender figure leaned against the side of the sofa, hugging her knees, eyes tightly shut, lips occasionally opening and closing.

Ya Chen had long been awakened by her sleep talk.

Sometimes she mumbled, sometimes she whispered quietly.

But the voice was too soft to hear what she was saying.

He followed her voice, got off the sofa, and found her beside it.

She was actually sleeping here.

He frowned slightly, intending to move her onto the sofa, but as he couldn’t determine the position for a moment, his fingertips inadvertently touched the strands of hair on her forehead, feeling them damp.

His facial muscles twitched as he gently stroked her cheek along her hair.

It was all tears.

"Chen." The name she whispered in her dream had always been his.

His heart paused for a beat, lifting his hand to unconsciously touch her cheek.

This was the first time he used his own way to "see" what she looked like.

He had once imagined the appearance of this wife.

She and her twin sister, Chu Xinyu, were dizygotic twins, differing both in looks and temperament.

In the past, in Nanga City, people only talked about the stunning beauty of the elder sister in the pair, often overlooking the younger one who rarely ventured out.

After marrying into the Ya Family, the servants at home all remarked that the second Miss of the Chu Family, Chu Xinyue, was very beautiful.

A beauty of such exquisite grace that it did not pale in comparison to the Chu Family’s eldest daughter.

But because of her illness, she appeared too slender and pale, giving off an aura of an aloof beauty, making her seem unapproachable.

His fingertips traced her brows, eyes, nose, and lips, inch by inch, bit by bit...

Her face was smaller than his palm.

Long eyelashes, a straight little nose, lips thin and cold to the touch, skin as cool as porcelain.

Just as he imagined, an icy beauty.

As if sensing the disturbance in her sleep, Chu Xinyue let out a soft murmur and turned over.

Ya Chen jerked his fingers back instantly, resuming his silent expression, enduring the intense pain in his back and waist, lifting her and placing her on the soft sofa.

**

The next morning.

Chu Xinyue was awakened by the bright sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

She was sluggish for a moment, then sat up abruptly like a carp leaping from the water, realizing she was lying on the sofa!

Huh, hadn’t she been sleeping on the carpet last night?

He was the one sleeping on the sofa!

—How did she get up here?

—Where was he?

A low, intermittent voice floated to her ears:

"1-2-3-4"

"2-2-3-4"

"3-2-3-4—"

Ya Chen had already washed up in the bathroom attached to the study, his bare torso revealing a physical allure so intense it nearly caused a nosebleed. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, raising his strong and slender arms...

—doing morning exercises!

Doing exercises was fine, but did he have to keep time for himself?

Chu Xinyue was dumbfounded.

Although she had been married to him for so many years, they hardly lived together and she had no idea he had this habit every morning!

This was completely inconsistent with his public image!

The aloof and noble prince was actually doing morning calisthenics every day.

And such childish school exercises...

Why did she feel the urge to burst into laughter?

However, it seemed like his wound was much better.

The figure by the window seemed to sense the woman on the sofa had awakened, slowing his movements without turning back: "You’re awake."

Chu Xinyue reacted: "...Wasn’t I on the carpet last night, how did I end up sleeping on the sofa? Who...who put me up there?"

Wasn’t it obvious?

A voice floated over: "Is there a ghost in the study?"

It was him—

Was it really he who had carried her to the sofa?

Chu Xinyue couldn’t believe it; it was like believing the sun rose from the west.

He had finished his exercises, went into the bathroom, took a towel to wipe off the sweat, and his voice sounded again:

"Open the door and tell the maid to bring breakfast in. Remember, don’t let them come inside."

She realized and first went to the attached bathroom to freshen up, tidying her clothes and hair, then walked to the door, opening it a crack, and instructed, "Bring breakfast."

Ya Chen’s personal maid, upon seeing that Chu Xinyue had been in the study all night, looked as if she’d seen a ghost:

"Princess Consort? You, you didn’t leave all night?"

Since their marriage, the staff at the Ya Family rarely saw the couple together, and even if they were, it was seldom for more than half an hour!

Almost like strangers!

This time, they’d actually spent an entire night alone in the study?!

"Mm. Please hurry." She pinched her dress, and though she only uttered a single "Mm," she felt oddly guilty.

The maid seeing her blush felt a sense of relief.

Could it be that the prince had finally opened his eyes and had feelings for the princess consort?

"Alright, alright, I’ll go to the kitchen right away to get breakfast for the prince and the princess consort, and I’ll call someone to come in and clean while I’m at it."

Chu Xinyue quickly said, "Just bring the breakfast. No need to clean, through these days, just bring the meals at the usual times, there’s no need to come in... We have things to do."

As soon as she said this, the maid filled in the blanks with imaginative and suggestive thoughts!

They have things to do?

What else could a couple be busy with, cooped up in a room, not letting anyone in?

Thinking this, the maid shot her an "I understand" look, beaming as she left.

Closing the door, Chu Xinyue returned to find he had already wiped off the sweat.

To facilitate changing his dressing, Ya Chen remained bare-chested.

He was wearing a pair of beach shorts left in the study bathroom, those colorful Southeast Asian style big shorts, loose and eye-catching.

He was already sitting on the sofa naturally, waiting for her to change his dressing.

The thought of having to see him shirtless for a day or two in such an enclosed space made her inexplicably blushed slightly again.

She walked to the sofa, removed the dressing that had been on his back all night, cleaned it, sprayed anti-inflammatory mist, and wrapped it with fresh gauze.

Despite his noble status, this man wasn’t too troublesome; overnight the knife wound had closed, looking much better.

Though it didn’t hurt as much as yesterday, applying the medicine still caused a bit of a burning sensation, Ya Chen frowned, unable to stifle a gasp.

Chu Xinyue reflexively reached out, her delicate fingers brushing near his wound, trying to gently massage it to ease the pain.

But just as her warm fingertips touched his skin, he seemed to bear an even greater ordeal, his face flushed slightly, immediately pulling two centimeters away, shaking off her hand.

An annoyed voice came over: "Just apply the medicine, don’t do anything else."

Seeing the look on his face as if encountering a female hooligan, she pursed her lips but felt a strange stirring in her heart.

He was deliberately keeping his distance from her.

If he weren’t injured, she wouldn’t have to cover for him, and there’d be no way they’d be in the same room together, right?

...

When the maid knocked to deliver breakfast, Chu Xinyue was still the one to open the door and bring it in.