Luring Her into His Embrace: The CEO's Deep Devotion

Chapter 8: Slipping into the Tub

The maid turned back, smiling at Ye Weixi as she explained, “Young Madam, this is your bedroom with the Master. The bathroom is transparent, but I’ve drawn the curtains for you, and the water temperature is adjusted perfectly. If you need anything, there’s a phone beside the tub that connects directly to our staff, who will attend to you immediately.”

With such meticulous attention to detail, Ye Weixi felt as if she had entered a ten-star hotel. Grateful, she returned the smile, asking, “Thank you. May I know your name?”

The maid was momentarily surprised, then replied, “Young Madam, my name is Xia Tian. You may call me Xia.”

Ye Weixi noted the girl’s youthful features, likely around twenty, with an attentive, gentle demeanor. After a slight hesitation, she asked, “Xia, um… I was wondering, the luggage my family sent over today, where might it be?”

Xia’s puzzled look told Ye Weixi all she needed to know. “Never mind, I’ll search for it myself later.”

But Xia quickly offered, “Are you looking for something specific, Young Madam? I can ask Butler Wu where your belongings were stored and bring them to you.”

Smiling, Ye Weixi replied softly, “Oh, it’s nothing important. Just looking for a change of clothes.”

Sensing her shyness, Xia found the young Madam unexpectedly endearing—demure and unassuming despite her new title as mistress of the house. She was relieved; having just joined the household, Xia had been a bit anxious. “Young Madam, there is a dressing room in the bedroom with all your daily essentials. I’ve already prepared your nightwear and undergarments on the rack in the bathroom.”

Impressed by the staff’s efficiency, Ye Weixi chuckled, “Thank you, Xia. That will be all; you may go rest now.”

Xia bowed and left, while Ye Weixi pushed open the bedroom door, eyes widening as she took in the immense space. She frowned slightly, feeling both amazed and oddly unsettled by the room’s grandeur. Compared to her cramped rented apartment, this vast bedroom felt anything but secure.

As her gaze traveled, she noticed how the decor seemed designed with a touch of feminine fantasy—a large bed draped with sheer white curtains that fell in delicate layers from the ceiling, creating a whimsical, ethereal effect. Several feet away stood the bathroom, just as Xia had described: transparent.

Muttering to herself, “Transparent… Yan Chenye really has a sense of humor!” she strode toward it without delay.

Inside, she was greeted by a tub large enough to swim in, filled with steaming water and positioned before a floor-to-ceiling window. The view outside was merely a tapestry of distant twinkling lights. After a quick search, she found a button to lower the blinds, giving her the privacy she needed. Only after the curtain descended did she finally undress and sink into the inviting warmth of the water.

With her feet aching from a day spent in ten-centimeter heels, the hot bath soothed her body in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Gradually, her exhaustion lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

Meanwhile, in the guest room next door, Yan Chenye finished his shower and slipped into an elegant black robe. Reclining against the bedhead, he flipped through a finance magazine, occasionally glancing at the sheer curtain, catching a faint silhouette that lifted an arm or moved a head now and then. But when he looked up a few minutes later, the figure remained unusually still.

His deep, dark eyes lingered on the unmoving shadow for a moment before he quietly set the magazine aside, got out of bed, and headed toward the bathroom.

Gently pushing open the door, Yan Chenye’s gaze went straight to the bathtub. Ye Weixi’s head rested against the edge, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she breathed steadily. A faint smile crossed his otherwise composed face. The woman had fallen asleep in the tub—a charming sight in its simplicity.

As he leaned down, intending to lift her out, Yan Chenye’s face drew closer to hers, and he paused. With a subtle smirk, he adjusted her head, propping it more comfortably.

Ye Weixi, without opening her eyes, instinctively shifted, seeking a more comfortable position. Her body slipped downward and, with a sudden splash, slid beneath the water.

“Ah…cough, cough…” Startled awake, Ye Weixi scrambled to her feet, spluttering as she wiped water from her face. Blinking away the daze, she gradually became aware of a tall, shadowed figure watching her from the doorway.

Through her wet lashes, she caught the silhouette of Yan Chenye. Her face flushed, and her wide, watery eyes stared at him in shock. The cool air made her acutely aware of the situation, and a shrill scream escaped her.

The piercing sound echoed throughout the villa’s second floor, loud enough to send a shiver through anyone still awake. Despite the villa’s insulation, the scream still carried faintly beyond her room, rousing everyone with its intensity. Yan Chenye, however, merely raised an eyebrow at the jarring noise, his unreadable gaze still fixed on her as his brow furrowed slightly.

Ye Weixi, mortified, instinctively sank back into the water, wrapping her arms around herself. His unflinching stare added to her discomfort, making his sculpted features appear even more severe in the dim light. Realizing her mistake, she fought to calm her nerves, forcing a nervous smile as she stammered, “M-Mr. Yan…”

Her voice was soft and uncertain, and yet Ye Weixi found herself at a complete loss for words before this impassive, unsmiling man looming over her.