My CEO Husband Chinese Short Drama

A man stood near the window.

His lonely and tall figure was like a night eagle.

His naked upper body was like Finn, a masterpiece of Renaissance sculpture created by Michael. The imposing figure with a muscular physique vividly presented the beauty of men's strength.

His eagle-like eyes were almost completely engorged with hatred.

Alex Selmy woke up from a nightmare.

This nightmare troubled him for three months.

There's the blazing fire mixed with the sound of glass bursting out of the heat. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt wooden products, electrical plastic cables, and even human beings!

Someone must stay and open the escape gate by hand.

"Ben, take Alex away! Leave me alone!

If you two don't go now, we all will be trapped here. Go!"

"Alex, remember that I am alive if you are alive!"

Three months later, it was still vivid in his mind.

Now, Alex had long been the president of a multinational group. He owned countless real estate properties and controlled more than half of the economic lifeline of Lisbon! However, endless money and power still couldn't restore his brother Ethan Selmy to health!

The man slowly closed his hateful eyes and separated the hatred in his eyes from the noisy world. At the same time, he concealed the nightmare back into the depths of his soul.

Alex put on pajamas and walked vigorously out of his room.

A long dark corridor made the dark night even weirder. He stopped in front of a closed door.

The door opened from the inside and a middle-aged doctor came out. As he walked out, there was a pungent smell of disinfectants.

"Did my brother sleep?" Alex asked in a low voice.

"I just gave Eldest Young Master a bed bath, and the smell of disinfectants in the room is still strong. Second Young Master, you are allergic to disinfectants, so you'd better not go in for the time being..."

"I won't die!" Alex snorted and walked ardently into the pungent dark room.

In the dusk-dark room, a person lying on the bed was faintly visible.

Alex went straight to the person on the bed, squatted down, and carefully held one of his hands in the palms of his hands.

It was a scarred hand that had been burned to be deformed. It couldn't hold tight or stretch.

From the stiff hand, you looked upward and would see a face that was burnt to be unrecognizable. The criss-cross scars, which almost twisted the man's facial features, destroyed the original handsome face completely.

It was a twisted face. But in Alex eyes, it was still handsome and amiable.

The man lying on the bed was called Ethan Selmy, the eldest brother of Alex. The brother was willing to sacrifice his life for him.

God was merciful to Ethan Selmy. He was rescued by the rescue team, but the body was burnt to be unrecognizable!

"Alex... Did you have a nightmare again?" Part of Ethan's vocal cords had been damaged permanently from the fire so that he could not speak clearly. But Alex could understand it clearly.

"No!" Alex held the deformed hand in his palms more tightly. "I just want you to stay with me for a little longer."

Ethan clearly realized that the more life-and death things they experienced, the more inseparable they were from each other.

But the more things happened like this, the more worried Ethan was. He didn't have much time left. If he left one day, his younger brother, Alex, would live in the abyss of hatred forever, and he would be ruined by hatred!