Huo Zhenyang didn't say anything, merely turned around and lifted his head slightly, staring at the golden yellow rosewood door of the bedroom.
The butler, Mr. Ou, understood his thoughts: "Don't worry, young master, we will take good care of Miss Jiayi."
He paused for a few seconds before finally speaking: "Tell the driver to bring the car around."
Mr. Ou agreed, then turned and walked out of the villa.
…
At the same time, in the second-floor bedroom.
On the four-poster bed, Jiayi's eyelashes trembled lightly.
A dozen minutes ago, she had felt someone planting countless gentle kisses on her forehead.
Then his teasing yet hopeful voice sounded in her ear: "Sweetheart, here's your final chance. Are you really not going to wake up to see me off?"
She wanted so badly to break free from the prison that bound her and respond to him.
She gave it her all, but couldn't move at all.
