Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1288 - 1266: The Fetus Can’t Wait Much Longer

Chapter 1288: Chapter 1266: The Fetus Can’t Wait Much Longer

A week later.

Royal Office Building.

The office was as splendid as a palace.

Ya Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly squinting his eyes, using his senses of smell and hearing to feel the sunshine and bird chirping outside, as if he was also sensing the stabilized mountains and rivers.

The TM Organization terrorists had recently been completely swept clean in Nanga.

Domestic transportation was gradually recovering, private entry and exit were once again allowed, and livelihoods were beginning to revive.

He had just moved back to the office building from the military to work.

At that moment, the secretary knocked on the door: "Your Highness, Miss Lan is here to see you."

His eyebrows furrowed, his calm mood disturbed, as memories of the night at the Tiss Hotel a week ago surfaced in his mind.

That night, he awoke with a sore back, sat up on the large bed, feeling an inexplicable pleasure as all his desires had been vented.

His natural male instincts made him immediately aware that the intense lovemaking wasn’t a dream.

He had actually slept with a woman.

In the air, a faint sweet scent lingered, a fragrance left by a woman.

In an instant, his facial muscles twitched as it felt like her scent, just when a voice drifted over: "Chen... you’re awake."

It was Lan Yurou’s aggrieved voice with a hint of sobbing, and a touch of timidness, like a lotus flower battered by wind and rain.

It was Lan Yurou.

The woman who had been under him, bringing him... great pleasure, was Lan Yurou.

Yes, how could it be her? How could she be at the hotel?

He had been with Lan Yurou the entire evening.

Recalling this, his face darkened, a wave of anger rising in his heart as he grabbed her arm: "Did you dare drug me?"

Lan Yurou struggled to pull back her hand, crying out that she only put a little stimulant pill in, something many people liked to take at bars.

He listened to her unreasonable explanation with a cold sneer, but eventually loosened his fingers, shoving Lan Yurou out hard.

Thinking about it, his face grew even darker.

At that moment, the secretary was still waiting for His Highness’s response, seeing that he didn’t seem inclined to see her, and added: "Your Highness, Miss Lan’s eyes are swollen, it seems she has been crying. If she isn’t let in, her staying outside the office building might not be good."

Ya Chen’s face was grim for a long while before he finally spoke: "Let her in."

The secretary sighed in relief, nodded, and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, a slender and graceful figure appeared at the office entrance.

"Chen." The soft voice accompanied light steps, approaching Ya Chen.

"Why have you come here?"

Lan Yurou bit her tender lip, sliding next to Ya Chen: "About that night at the Tiss Hotel... you’re not still angry, are you?"

So she came to remind him about that night.

Afraid he had forgotten?

Ya Chen’s face was gloomy: "If you came just to ask this, you can leave."

Lan Yurou hurriedly said: "There’s something else, I also want to discuss with you..."

"Speak."

She tested softly: "Chen, we... we’ve already... aren’t you going to consider our future?"

Ya Chen’s lips curved with a distant, amused smile: "Future?"

She was a bit anxious: "Don’t you... don’t you want to... take responsibility for me?"

He coldly helped her finish the sentence: "Are you asking if I want to take responsibility for you?"

"I’m not forcing you to take responsibility... but we’ve already..."

Before she could finish, Lan Yurou suddenly felt a strong force lift her by the collar, leaving her nearly suspended in the air, not even three centimeters from his furious face, in shock: "Chen..."

"Deliberately disappearing to lure me to the hotel, drugging my drink, and now you want me to take responsibility? Lan Yurou, you should be grateful that you’re Lan Yurou, otherwise... that night would be as if it never happened, and you will not mention it again!"

The man’s words were like pouring ice and snow, freezing Lan Yurou to her core.

After he finished speaking, he released his grip.

Lan Yurou staggered a few steps but managed to steady herself, not understanding what he meant by "you should be grateful that you’re Lan Yurou."

However, despite his anger at her drugging his drink, he still let her off, which suggested he still harbored some feelings for her, didn’t it?

Lan Yurou’s hand slid down, gently caressing her still unformed belly.

She had originally come today to tell him about the pregnancy, but seeing his foul mood, she decided it might be better to wait a little longer.

Thinking about this made her break into a cold sweat.

If the man in front of her knew that that night she hadn’t slept with him, who knew what might happen—

That night, she had just helped him, affected by the drug, to the bed, when she heard someone ringing the doorbell. When she opened the door, she felt a tightness on her head and blacked out, having been struck unconscious without knowing who the perpetrator was.

When she awoke, she found herself in the back stairwell and stumbled back to the suite.

She thought Ya Chen had already left, but when she entered, she saw him sleeping deeply, a strange flush on his handsome face, with fine sweat beading on his temples.

The bed appeared to have been purposefully tidied up, looking very neat.

However, the air carried a strong musk scent.

Lan Yurou, who had been mingling in society since seventeen, having fought in the entertainment industry, was definitely no longer an innocent virgin and understood what that smell meant.

A man and woman had just been intimate here.

As she was pondering this, Ya Chen awoke.

The actions and expressions of the man as he awoke confirmed her suspicions, and she realized it seemed he didn’t know who the woman was.

In her urgency, she quickly climbed into bed, calling his name, making him believe that the woman was her.

If Ya Chen knew, she wasn’t sure what unforeseen consequences might arise, but at the moment, there was no other option.

The baby in her belly couldn’t wait much longer.

This might also be her last chance to transform from a sparrow into a phoenix and become a daughter-in-law of the Royal Family...

As she was thinking, Ya Chen had already sat back in his office chair, tall like a tower, cold and hard, devoid of human warmth.

Lan Yurou stepped back two paces: "Alright, I won’t mention that night again... Chen, I won’t disturb you any longer."

Listening to the sound of the woman’s footsteps fading away, Ya Chen’s tightly knitted brows relaxed slightly.

But the turmoil caused by Lan Yurou was still hard to completely unravel in such a short time.

No longer able to concentrate on work, the gold-embossed pen in his hand snapped between his fingers with a "clang," and he pressed the desk buzzer.

The secretary immediately came in: "Does Your Highness have any orders?"

Ya Chen stood and headed towards the door, casually putting on the suit by the desk: "Have the driver prepare the car. Going home."