Vacation ended

By the time Steve was discharged from the hospital, Chen Chao had already taken care of most of the matters. The large group of special agents on the first floor of the villa had been withdrawn, and Song Zifeng was no longer a part of the country.

After taking a shower, Steve habitually went to the walk-in closet to get his clothes and was surprised to find that there were many more casual outfits in the closet.

The clothes were still Chen Chao's style, mostly solid colors, with the brand label inconspicuous seams. But Chen Chao doesn't usually wear casual clothes, so it was obvious who these were for.

Steve couldn't help but laugh, put on a new nightgown, and went into the bedroom.

Chen Chao, wearing a gray silk nightgown, was leaning against the headboard reading a book when he saw Steve come out after taking a shower. He then patted the other side of the bed.

Steve obediently lay down on the bed, and Chen Chao turned off the light.

Steve, with a smirk, rubbed against Chen Chao under the covers, his fingers soon touching the smooth fabric. He boldly slipped his hand under the buttons of the front of the shirt, touching Chen Chao's soft skin.

Chen Chao is different from him. Although he also trained from a young age and had firm muscles, no one would actually make him train to death, so he naturally doesn't have any mottled scars on his body.

Moreover, Chen Chao always wore a suit and looked impeccably dressed throughout the year, so he rarely exposed his skin. He also never did any rough work, so his skin felt even more delicate than a woman's.

Steve felt comfortable touching Chen Chao and unknowingly unbuttoned Chen Chao's pajamas, his hand sliding down Chen Chao's ribs to his lower back.

"You're getting more and more outrageous." Chen Chao grabbed Steve's hand, his tone tinged with affection.

"Boss, I missed you." Steve pressed his face against Chen Chao's chest, greedily absorbing Chen Chao's body heat.

Although Chen Chao would make time to go to the hospital every day, simply seeing each other couldn't alleviate his longing for physical intimacy. He missed Chen Chao's body temperature, his possessiveness, his violent actions, and his burning breath.

He misses him, he misses every inch of his skin.

Chen Chao clearly understood what Steve meant. He reached out and hugged Steve, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand: "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"I'm all better!" Steve insisted. "The problem was that I lost too much blood, and the bone marrow extraction caused a temporary drop in blood flow, which made me weak. Now all my vital signs have returned to normal, and the wound on my thigh has healed. I didn't damage any tendons or ligaments, and I can run and jump without any problems!"

“I miss you too.” Chen Chao lowered his head and kissed Steve’s forehead. “But I want to wait until you’re completely healed before we do it. Now, go to sleep.”

"Boss..." Steve pleaded pitifully.

"Go to sleep!" Chen Chao gave the order and then pulled his hand away from Steve, ignoring him completely.

Steve lay on the bed, silently gazing at the sky. Just now, when Chen Chao hugged him, the cool, fresh scent of grass emanating from Chen Chao filled his nostrils, inevitably arousing a certain part of his body. And now his boss was just sleeping like that... What was going on?!

Chen Chao actually wanted to do it too, but he was afraid of losing control. The high-pressure life and the long separation had pushed his emotions to a breaking point. He feared that Steve's unconditional submission would cause him to lose control of his inner brutality. Steve might be able to endure a normal act of lovemaking now, but he absolutely could not tolerate an unrestrained act of violence. So he chose to avoid it.

What's the rush?

He will eventually be his; they will have a long future and endless joy.

Steve woke up very early the next day. When he woke up, Chen Chao was still asleep. He stared at Chen Chao for a while in the dim light of the room, and then quietly got up to wash up.

He wasn't lying to Chen Chao yesterday; he genuinely felt he had fully recovered. Although his skills had inevitably deteriorated due to the time he had been idle, and he needed to return to the training grounds to catch up, he was certain that his body had now returned to its peak condition.

He knew Chen Chao was worried because his heart had stopped beating, but he felt that it was just a pure accident and nothing serious.

While he was unconscious, he thought of some unpleasant things. The coldness and fear he felt when he was separated from his mother's embrace as a child bound him and made it hard for him to breathe.

He didn't know why he suddenly remembered the day his mother left, even though he hadn't thought about it for a long time.

From the moment he entered the training camp, Tean gave him tasks, a mission, and faith, leaving him no time for sorrow.

The wounds of his childhood were buried deep in his heart by his busy schedule, and he almost forgot how helpless he felt when he knelt beside his mother's corpse as a child.

My mother committed suicide.

That day, his mother asked Aunt Zhang, a neighbor, to pick him up from kindergarten, but when she got home and knocked on the door, no one answered. This often happened; his mother was probably busy with something and hadn't had time to come back yet.

He said goodbye to Aunt Zhang at the door, took out the key hanging around his neck, opened the door, and went home.

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, only to find a pool of blood.

The mother lay in a pool of blood, her face pale, lifeless.

His mind went blank. He could only move step by step to the edge of the bathtub, kneel on the ground, and cry as he pulled his mother's cold hand out of the bloody water, calling out "Mom" over and over again.

Perhaps he was crying so heart-wrenchingly that he alerted the neighbors, who called the police. He was then forcibly pulled away by the police, and someone covered his eyes.

He struggled in the policeman's arms until he was exhausted and passed out.

T.A. had provided him with the investigation files regarding his mother's suicide.

It was on the eve of his departure from the camp that the instructor gave him his file and told him that after reading it, he would have one last chance to withdraw.

If he chooses to withdraw, he will obtain a new identity and live in this country just like any other normal person.

If he chooses to stay, then his life will be entrusted to the country from now on.

Before he made this most important decision of his life, Tean told him everything he wanted to know.

Special agents don't lie to people about going to the battlefield; every Special Agent needs to understand why they are standing here.

He saw his mother's psychological treatment report in the file. It turned out that his mother had been suffering from depression for a long time and had been enduring it all for his sake.

It turned out that there was a scheduled email in the mother's inbox. If the mother couldn't hold on any longer and didn't cancel the sending, Tean would receive the email.

It turns out that the mother who was busy making a living and carefully budgeted money was once a popular girl who was born into a middle-class family, had excellent grades, and won scholarships left and right.

This mother was forced to drop out of school because of Rahman, was hunted down, blamed and disliked by her parents, and couldn't find stable work because she had a child to support.

No wonder the mother was depressed.

But his mother never showed him any negative emotions. She would always hug and kiss him and tell him how much she loved him.

But he had the blood of Raman flowing through his veins.

It is the source of all this tragedy.

“There were indeed political considerations behind Te’an’s protection of you and your child, so you don’t need to stay simply to repay a debt of gratitude.”

When he first met Chen Chao, Chen Chao was holding his file, looking into his eyes, and speaking each word seriously and firmly.

“I know, but I still want to stay. Are you the officer who will receive me?”

"My name is Chen Chao."

"Okay, boss, I'll follow you from now on. Please take care of me."

He doesn't quite remember the dream he had while he was in a daze during the rescue; he only felt something very tough pulling him in the cold water.

Something with undeniable strength pulled him out of the loneliness and cold of the deep sea, making him feel at ease.

Steve washed his face and smiled at himself in the mirror. His heart stopping was definitely an accident; he wouldn't die easily.

He had already surrendered his life to the country; he would not hand himself over to the King of Hell without that person's order.

When Steve finished washing up and came out, Chen Chao was already awake. He drew back the curtains, stood in front of the French windows, and gazed at the distant mountain scenery in the morning light.

Hearing the noise, Chen Chao turned around and looked at Steve, a slight smile playing on his lips.

That smile in the morning light looked as warm and bright as a deity to Steve.

"Boss," he walked over, looking at Chen Chao with devout faith in his eyes.

Chen Chao reached out and touched his hair: "Your vacation is over. From now on, you will no longer be in charge of my security."

"Yes." He answered curtly, something he had known all along. Once the bone marrow surgery was complete, he would lose his reason for leave. He was Z0002 of the Special Security Bureau, and he had to stand where he was needed most.

"Start rehabilitation today and get back to your best condition as soon as possible, but don't push yourself. People at your level should be able to judge their physical limits, and I don't want to hear any reports of overwork or collapse."

“Yes, boss.” Steve couldn’t help but smile.

"Go make breakfast, the driver will come to pick me up in a bit."

"Okay, boss."