Chapter 297: Chapter 295 He’s got a nosebleed
Jiayi bit her soft lower lip hard, suppressing the urge to explain, turning her little head to one side, not looking at his grim eyes.
She bit until her pink, moist lips whitened, then cracked and bled, with red droplets seeping out, soaking her pale lips.
His eyes were incredibly dark and grim, saying nothing, preferring to let her own blood rather than to speak.
Was she ashamed, or scared, or simply too lazy to talk to him?
He raised his hand, harshly grasped her chin, forcing her upper and lower teeth to slightly part so she could no longer bite her lip,
"You are mine, from head to toe, including this little mouth of yours, you have no right to hurt yourself, only I have the right to hurt you, understand?"
This was a typical European-style castle suite, spacious and long uninhabited.
The domineering and ghostly voice echoed in the dim room.
The man’s overbearing presence was chilling and helpless, getting increasingly closer.
She wanted to dodge, until—
She felt a cold on her cheek, as if something had fallen upon it, freeing one hand to touch, and then by the faint light from the window, she looked at her palm.
It was a hint of red.
It was blood.
It wasn’t the blood from where she had bitten her lip...
Her eyes widened, and she shoved him forcefully, it was he who was bleeding.
From under his handsome and erect nose, a thread of blood ran like a meandering stream, sliding down.
He had a nosebleed.
His health was always good, except for that allergic reaction at Huanglong Mountain Villa, she had never seen him sick or hurt, not even a cold or a fever.
He realized he was bleeding from her horrified eyes, paused his movements, quickly raised his hand to wipe off the bloodstain, and mockingly said,
"It’s been several days since anyone’s tempered my fire; just a little nosebleed from my irritability, what’s wrong, are you worried about me?"
Jiayi’s cheeks flushed, this man, at such a moment, still had a nosebleed, yet didn’t forget to humiliate her!
She regained her senses, took a deep breath, and made up her mind,
"What you said just now was right, I was just pacifying you. This entire year, every moment I’ve been with you was out of necessity. I had no family and could only rely on you, I couldn’t be without you. But now it’s different, I have found my family, and I’m going to marry Ya Chen. Please, don’t do what you did today again! I know I owe you a lot for this past year, and if you feel that I haven’t fully repaid you, I’ll talk to my dad and have him return the Liang family business capital to you, and also the surgery expenses for Su Yan, I’ll try to raise the money for you! Just please don’t hurt my fiancé again, let’s consider the events of this year a dream, okay? Please leave here, will you?"
The atmosphere was silent for a long time.
Dreadfully cold.
She held her breath, almost expecting the imminent arrival of a storm.
Minutes later, Huo Zhenyang’s face was cold as if carved from ice, and although his tone wasn’t angry, he spoke like to a stranger,
"Leave? Why should I leave? It was your king himself who insisted that I stay. You think your fiancé is so noble? Fine, I’ll show you that even the Royal Family can be played in the palm of my hand."
He mercilessly yanked up her collar to his chin, taking pleasure in her scared eyes, then slowly let go, dropping her to the floor.
Turning around, with a thunderous noise, he twisted open the room’s door and strode away majestically.
Jiayi felt her body go soft, and if it hadn’t been for the support of the wall, she might have already slid down.
He didn’t need to let her see.
How the king and prime minister of S Country treated him tonight made it clear to Jiayi.
Even in front of royal family members, he could turn the sky with a flick of his hand!
Listening to the fading sound of his cold footsteps, her heart convulsed, as if something was cutting at her heart, a dull, muffled pain.
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Huo Zhenyang returned to the Ya Family and arranged a room for himself.
George, who had come to S Country with him to protect the Boss’s travels, stood guarding at the entrance with several bodyguards; he approached at that moment.
At the sight of the bloodstain under the Boss’s nose, George was startled and spoke in a lowered voice, "Boss."
Huo Zhenyang knew what he was about to say and waved his hand dismissively, "No need to make a fuss."
"But—"
"Enough. Step back!"
The bodyguards glanced at George, lowered their heads one after another, and, following the Boss’s order, left the doorway of the room.
The smear of blood beneath the Boss’s nose made George worried, but since the Boss didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t dare say more.
After a moment of hesitation, George asked, "Miss Jiayi still doesn’t want to return with the Boss, and still wants to marry the Crown Prince of the Ya Family?"
Actually, without asking, one could tell the answer just by looking at the Boss’s face, dark enough to scare children.
A chill spread across Huo Zhenyang’s brow once again, "Check up on Xuan Yu’s situation."
George didn’t catch on for a moment, "Check... Mrs. Chu?"
Huo Zhenyang’s cool voice echoed through the narrow castle corridor, eerily deep, "I suspect that girl has some kind of leverage or weakness in the hands of that woman Xuan Yu."
That’s why she left without saying goodbye and followed Xuan Yu back to the country unexpectedly, and that’s why her attitude towards him changed so oddly.
Although he was furious with Little Kitten, he wasn’t someone who would let anger cloud his judgment.
He needed to understand what was actually going on.
George promptly responded, "Yes, Boss! I’ll immediately send someone to handle it!"
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That night.
In the master bedroom of the main building of the Ya residence, spacious and luxurious.
The doctor had just come and checked the injury on Ya Chen’s ankle.
Fortunately, there was no fracture, only a sprain. With some rest for a couple of weeks, he should be fine.
The doctor had given Ya Chen a pain-relieving injection and prescribed some topical medication, giving a few instructions to the servants before leaving.
It was getting late, and the servants, not wanting to disturb the Crown Prince’s rest, also left one after another.
"Have the people from the Chu Family left?" Ya Chen asked the last servant before they departed.
The servant hurriedly replied, "Yes, they have all left."
Ya Chen appeared slightly disappointed but said nothing.
The servant had grown up alongside Ya Chen and understood his thoughts, offering consolation, "Miss Chu asked about your injury before she left. She wanted to come to see you with her parents, but they didn’t want to disturb your rest."
Ya Chen’s lips curved into a faint smile, seemingly finally content, "Alright, you can go."
The room fell into quiet emptiness.
After an unknown amount of time, the door made a sound, and someone came in.
A slender figure gently closed the door of the bedroom and walked to the side of the young Crown Prince’s bed.
The gold curtains draped down from the four corners of the king-size bed, billowing lightly.
Within the semi-transparent curtains, the man’s sleeping posture was faintly visible.
Ya Chen’s features in sleep were as handsome as during the day.
Like a noble Greek sculpture, his thick eyelashes lay quietly below his eyelids; his sunken eyes, his slightly pale skin shed a cold, mesmerizing luster, captivating to behold.
