The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1448: Chapter 1465: I’ll Take Care of My Woman Myself 1

Liang Shaochen felt his heart suddenly race, uncontrollably drawn closer to her, he leaned his face near her ear, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled the faint, familiar fragrance emanating from her.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, gazing deeply at her. In the man’s clear eyes, there was a kind of unabashed, naked infatuation and deep affection that was impossible to witness during the day or normally.

He slowly moved his lips toward her rosy lips, almost able to feel her even breaths brushing against his lips, his lips separated by less than two centimeters from hers, he remained frozen with a stiff face, motionless.

Until a few seconds later, the woman in her sleep seemed to feel uncomfortable with his warm breath on her face, she slightly turned her face. Thus, his lips naturally landed on the corner of her lips.

It was merely the corner of her lips.

The next moment, Liang Shaochen swiftly moved his lips away, staring at the girl in front of him, a bit flustered.

Luckily, she did not wake up, still kept her eyes closed, breathing evenly.

Liang Shaochen suddenly felt deflated, turned his face away, resting both hands on the steering wheel.

A while later, he gently bumped his head against the steering wheel.

Like that, he sat in the car with her for a full ten minutes.

Suddenly, a phone ringtone sounded, jolting Liang Shaochen awake as he slowly raised his head.

Then he realized the sound came from the seat behind, from Xiaonuan’s phone.

Liang Shaochen first hesitated, glanced at Xiaonuan.

Originally he didn’t plan to answer because he wasn’t naive enough to let someone ruin this sole, pitiful moment with her that belonged to him.

Even if she was already drunk and asleep.

However, the phone kept ringing, seemingly louder with each ring.

Worrying it would wake Xiaonuan beside him, he frowned, shook the chair, turned around, and reached out to pick up Xiaonuan’s handbag.

He fished out her phone from inside, eyes moving to the screen.

Upon seeing the two characters on the phone, the faint glimmer in his eyes instantly dimmed.

”Husband—”

Liang Shaochen held the phone as if grasping a hot potato.

His hand was trembling, face growing increasingly unsightly.

Seeing the woman beside him seemed disturbed, discontentedly furrowing her brow, he hesitated for a moment, finally swiping to answer.

”Xiaonuan, where are you? Why are you answering so late?” A magnetic voice came through, laced with urgency and worry.

Liang Shaochen inhaled slightly, laughed: ”Crown Prince, it’s me.”

On the other end of the line, silence immediately ensued.

Perhaps it was surprise, or maybe some other surging emotions subtly transmitted between the phones.

But soon, Nangong Yaoling, nearly repressing fury, asked: ”Liang Shaochen? Why are you holding Xiaonuan’s phone? Where is Xiaonuan? What’s she doing?”

Liang Shaochen raised an eyebrow slightly.

He laughed gently: ”Crown Prince, rest assured, Xiaonuan is fine. She got drunk, I just happened to run into her at the nightclub, I was about to take her home.”

The Ferrari sports car stopped at the nightclub’s entrance, colorful neon lights shone on his face, his incredibly handsome face was at this moment filled with gloomy, terrifying rage.

But he still tried to suppress his anger, speaking: ”Where are you now?”