CEO Husband, Please hold me tight !

In the garden, a man in a noble dress stood still at the intersection of the crisscross flower beds.

Even if it's just a back image, you can see that men are very extraordinary.

The upright back stand straight, even if the thin figure under the expensive clothes can blow down in a gust of wind.

But the momentum that cannot be ignored is also extraordinary, which can not be ignored.

"Son of law, why not eat?"

Seeing him standing alone, Celia slowed down and smiled with dignity and perfection.

The man turned around, frowning, and a little disapproval in his eyes: "highness, we are not yet married, or even engaged. I hope you can call me my name for fame. "

Hilia's eyes flashed through the gloom, and her hands, holding the skirt corners, were slightly tightened.

"Mike, do you really remember me? You forget everything we have experienced before, as the previous vows of the mountain and sea have been made? "

“…… Sorry. "

The man's thin and resolute lips are lifted, his palm slightly extended, but he suddenly stops.

He rejected the touch of women from the bottom of his heart. Even the princess Celia, who claimed to be sworn to the mountain with him, was very kind and sincere, and could not bear to touch her hair!

Hilia's explanation is that he had been profane by women before he was unconscious, so that all women were subconsciously excluded.

"It doesn't matter. I can wait. Wait for you to accept me again. "

He remembered that Celia, who had tears on her face, looked at him, and the expression was particularly stubborn.

It is undeniable that she looks really beautiful with tears.

In front of anyone, hilias is perfect and reserved.

Only in front of him will she show the little girl's side.

Occasionally there will be witty, but always so understanding, always inadvertently secretly look at him, eyes seem to be filled with stars, so bright.

When he hit his sight, he would shy away, pretending to have been secretly watching him before is his illusion.

"It doesn't matter. You are also protecting me..."

Celia barely raised her mouth, looked at the man, and her face slightly bit at her lower lip and closed.

It seems that he should not mention his unbearable history.

"I have no impression at all. You don't have to be so careful."

The man smiled gently, and he had a slight sense of sadness in his eyes.

I don't know why, he always felt empty in his heart, and the empty feeling was the root of his suffering.

"Can I try to hold my hand? Mike, every day I hope you can hold me and kiss me as you used to. I can't accept that you look at me like a stranger. We're going to be engaged next month. Would you like to see me? "

Celia came to the man, and she was still a few centimeters shorter than the man in high heels.

She stood close, slightly raised, the breath of the two people intertwined together, the man frowned, but did not escape.

The man looked down and reached her hand.

Some white, clear, slender fingers are even, like the most perfect art.

He raised his hand and tried to hold it up, and Celia looked slightly bright and handed her hand half an inch forward.

The man's face suddenly white, the disgust that rises from the bottom of his heart repels so suddenly, he retreats a big step hard, even if dodges the two close.

In her eyes, there was a slight disappointment, and then she became gloomy. The petal like red lips trembled gently, and two tears scratched through the delicate face.

"Or not? Sorry, I shouldn't have forced you so tight. "

She took the handkerchief handed by the servant behind her, and she pressed it on the corner of her eyes. She clearly hurt her, but apologized to the man.

"Sorry."

Looking at Celia, she tried to pretend that nothing happened, even tried to comfort him. The man was fretting, and almost no hesitation came out of his apologies.

But still not touch her desire.

His body almost instinctively excluded any woman's touch, even if only a hair let his stomach go over the river.

"I said, you don't have to apologize. Mike, you're trying to save me. If I knew it would have been, I would rather you not save me. "

She bit her lower lip hard, and pressed her handkerchief at the corner of her eyes to stop her tears, and when she touched it, she spilled out again.

The man stepped back a step back.

Seeing Celia like this, he had no extra emotion in his mind except for guilt.

He couldn't imagine how much he loved her, but he had no feeling for her at the moment.

According to hilia, he had been lying in bed for three months and woke up half a month ago.

I just woke up with no memory of anything, there were countless marks of gunpowder burning on my body.

Celia fed him himself, and he spits out after eating only one bite, which is due to the strong sense of exclusion rising from her heart.Later, a few days later, Celia could only let the male imperial doctor come to feed him, which was better.

It was also at that time that everyone knew that he rejected the approach of women and could not bear to be touched by any woman.

The royal doctor's level is still very good. It didn't take him a few days to get up. The wounds on his body healed very quickly. A few days ago, he used laser technology to erase all the scars. In addition to being too thin, almost no one could see that he had suffered such a serious injury.

Then Celia and the princess asked the court photographer to take a picture of him and publish the news that they would hold an engagement ceremony next month.

At that time, Celia said that he was injured to save her, so no matter what he became, whether he remembered the past or not, she would marry him and let him become her husband-in-law until he died.

Looking at her affectionate eyes, his refusal was blocked in the throat by Sheng Sheng.

"You're just in time, and you're weak. We will be engaged next month. Even if you can't touch me, please take good care of yourself? That's all I ask of you, just a little. "

Celia looked at him pleading.

He often does not eat, saying that he has no appetite.

But he is so thin, if not for the strong momentum and sharp eyes support, the whole person is actually very weak.

"Good."

The man moved slightly and agreed.

At a certain moment, a voice suddenly jumped out of his mind.

"It's too thin. I have to fatten up for the Spring Festival."

The voice was full of shame, but also full of teasing and caring love.

Suddenly a burst of familiar and strange pain, let him subconsciously cover his chest, white face.

He didn't understand. Was this his memory and that of hilia?

But, I don't know why, he didn't think so.

Celia is a perfectionist woman, no matter what to strive for perfection, will not say such frivolous flirtatious words.

Can't he get close to women? Why would someone treat him