Chapter 311 You'd Better Give Up

Chapter 311 You'd Better Give Up

Rebecca was awakened by a kiss.

She couldn't even remember when she had fallen asleep. Rebecca just felt her eyelids were as heavy as if they'd been glued shut.

But the burning embrace holding her grew hotter and hotter.

"Becca, Becca..."

Getting no response from her, Frederick seemed anxious. He bit her shoulder, and before she could cry out in pain, he pressed his body down on her.

As if he wanted to knead her, flatten her, crush her, then swallow her whole.

Rebecca, who had threatened to run away from home in frustration.

Rebecca, who cried and begged for mercy.

Clinging tightly to him, Rebecca went soft again, about to cry from her own frustration.

"Frederick, I hate you!"

"Even if you hate me, I still love you! Becca, I love you!"

"...I'm running away from home!"

"Sure! Just take me with you!"

Frederick's palm pressed firmly, and her sore, weak waist and legs gradually felt better.

Rebecca unknowingly drifted off to sleep like that.

When she woke up again, it was the buzzing vibration of her phone that woke her.

"Darling, happy holiday!"

On the other end, Isabella's voice was cheerful. "I have something at the track today, so I won't meet up with you. You and Mr. Windsor enjoy the holiday!"

Taking the phone away to look at it, she realized today was Valentine's Day.

In previous years on Valentine's Day, she'd stay home during the day and go out with Dennis at night.

It was called Valentine's Day, but Rebecca didn't feel anything about it at all. In the end, it had become a gathering for her and Isabella.

Just as she was about to say she wasn't celebrating today, Isabella laughed on the other end. "I really do have something, really!"

Rebecca was very doubtful about this. "What do you have?"

"My new track expansion is complete!"

With excitement audible even through the phone, Isabella said loudly, "Becca, I can't wait to check it out. I won't talk to you anymore, hanging up now... Happy holiday!"

The busy tone sounded.

Rebecca turned to look at Frederick with a murderous look on her face. "Frederick, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

The track he gave Isabella wasn't handed over earlier or later, but just happened to be today?

"Becca, I really didn't do it on purpose!"

Frederick raised his hand to swear, leaning down to embrace Rebecca. "But if you insist on thinking I did it on purpose, then I'll accept it. I said it before—whatever you say is right, whatever punishment you give me, I'll accept!"

He said "punishment."

But his eyes were actually shining.

Rebecca refused to fall for it. "I'm punishing you to sleep in the guest room recently!"

"Okay."

Frederick nodded, and Rebecca got suspicious
Then she saw Frederick lower his head and bite her softness. "If you sleep there, I'll sleep there. Anyway, the distance between you and me can't exceed one centimeter."

"Frederick, you're getting more and more shameless!"

"As long as I have my wife!"

Why did those words sound so familiar?

Before Rebecca could remember who had said those words, her scattered thoughts were shattered by Frederick's sometimes gentle, sometimes rough force.

The sunlight outside the window gradually grew brighter.

In the spacious track, looking at the track that was more than twice as large as before, Isabella's eyes lit up with excitement.

Changed clothes.

Checked the car.

Isabella got into the driver's seat and drove to the entrance.

The sound of the engine revved. Isabella looked at the countdown on the light board overhead, as if the track ahead was a race course.

The countdown began.

The moment 1 turned to 0, the roar of the engine rang out.

The black Ferrari shot out like lightning.

One lap, then another.

The moment she crossed the finish line, Isabella felt completely refreshed.

Her phone rang.

With just one glance, the light in Isabella's eyes dimmed.

"Mom..."

"Isabella, I'm giving you half an hour. If you don't show up in half an hour, I'll have people smash your track, believe it or not?"

After rattling off that sentence, Anna hung up the phone.

The light in Isabella's eyes gradually faded.

After a long while, she started the car again and slowly drove back to the garage.

When Isabella walked into the coffee shop, Anna's phone call came again.

She didn't even want to hear her voice anymore. Isabella hung up and sent her a message: [I'm already here.]

[You'd better behave yourself!]

Taking a deep breath, Isabella turned and walked toward the target location.

Half an hour later, Isabella's face had completely darkened.

"Miss Taylor, in terms of family background, your family is far worse than mine. What's more, you're just an illegitimate daughter. Mr. Taylor is being sentimental—do you really think you're some high-society lady?"

"In terms of ability, I've looked into it. You just opened a track to play around with. It's not even a real business. You've only got that face going for you, nothing else."

"I don't have many requirements for you. Since you're marrying me, hurry up and sell that track of yours. After we're married, just stay home and take good care of my parents. Oh, right, you don't have any bad habits, do you? You need to go get a physical exam and send me the report. After we're married, we need to start trying for a baby. Let me tell you now, my parents want a grandson. I like daughters, so one son and one daughter is... Isabella, are you sick?"

Covered in coffee from head to face, the blind date guy glared at Isabella, looking like he wanted to pounce on her and tear her apart.

"I thought you were still hungover..."

Isabella tossed the cup aside. "If you weren't awake yet, that cup of coffee should've woken you up!"

People around kept looking over.

Walking out of the coffee shop, Isabella's face was cold, completely uncaring.

Before she reached her car, Anna's phone call came again.

"Mom, if you're so bored, go get a facial or go shopping. Can you leave me alone? In your eyes, I should just marry someone like that guy just now and hand over my whole life, right? ...Give up on that idea. I'm not getting married!"

Straight to the point, Isabella's good mood from seeing the new track this morning had completely vanished.

Anna, on the other end, seemed even angrier.

"Isabella, how old are you? Are you already 25 and still not married? ...You think the people I introduce aren't good enough, right? Then have the guts to date someone yourself! Isabella, let me tell you this—if there was anyone decent among the people you know, you would've married them already. Would you still be single today?"

"While your father is still around, you'd better marry someone properly. Otherwise, what will you do in the future?"

"Isabella, I think you just don't want me to be happy. You just want to make me so angry that I die, right? Fine, I'll do as you wish. I'm going right now!"

The call ended.

Looking at the dark underground parking garage in front of her, Isabella felt like she was lost.

Couldn't find her car.

Couldn't find the way either.

Her heart felt like someone was squeezing it, again and again, until she could barely breathe.

Oscar looked at her sideways: Isabella, guess how I plan to destroy you?

Sophia's eyes were excited as she smashed a cake on her head with a bang: Isabella, happy birthday!

And then Anna: Isabella, you just want to make me so angry that I die.

'Since none of you want me to be okay, then if I die, that should work, right?' Isabella thought.

The Ferrari roared out of the underground parking garage.