Chapter 114 Frederick, It Hurts
When the waiter came over to refill their drinks, he casually mentioned that the suite had returned the champagne and switched it for wine.
Thinking it was just Rebecca and Isabella, one bottle of champagne would probably get them tipsy, let alone wine.
That's when Frederick excused himself midway.
But as soon as he walked in, he saw Rebecca already drunk and hazy.
Seeing that Isabella wasn't there, Frederick immediately knew that the waiter had been sent by Isabella.
The hot spring water was crystal clear.
Rebecca's fair skin in her lake-blue swimsuit looked like the finest white jade against the surrounding dark gray rocks.
The dark mark at the hollow of her neck stood out particularly.
Just one glance made Frederick's breath catch.
"Frederick..."
He reached out his hand, but Frederick didn't pull her up right away.
Rebecca huffed in frustration and turned to feel around for the steps.
The kiss mark was hidden in shadow now, replaced by the expanse of white at her chest.
His eyes darkening, Frederick bent down and lifted the wobbling Rebecca out of the water.
From warm to freezing cold in an instant—a gust of cold wind blew past, and Rebecca shivered, quickly burrowing into Frederick's arms.
"Frederick, so cold..."
Rebecca's teeth were chattering.
Without even taking the time to pick up a towel, Frederick held Rebecca in his arms and turned to go inside.
She felt soft to the touch.
The scent of wine from her breath filled his nose.
Rebecca looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes and smiled.
Like a little cat fresh from a bath with its fur just dried, meowing softly, padding with cat steps on his chest.
His breathing ragged, Frederick looked up and away.
Knowing a shower was out of the question, Frederick set her on the bathroom counter, ran a tub full of water, then carried her into the bathtub. "Rinse off quickly and come out to sleep."
He rushed out the door. The bathroom door hadn't even closed when he heard a thud.
Looking back, he saw Rebecca covering her forehead, looking at him tearfully. "Frederick, it hurts..."
Frederick fell silent.
Looking down at his now soaked shirt and pants, Frederick stepped forward, lifted her out of the bathtub to lean against him, and rinsed her off with the showerhead.
Pulling over a towel to wrap around her, Frederick carried Rebecca back to bed.
Seeming to know she was lying in bed, Rebecca comfortably nuzzled the pillow, rolled over and burrowed into the covers.
His gaze landing on the bow tie of her pajama top on her back, Frederick's eyes paused.
Images flooded his mind unbidden. Frederick pulled the covers over Rebecca and turned to go into the bathroom.
The icy water couldn't extinguish the burning heat in his blood.
Eyes open, he saw her.
Eyes closed, still her.
Frederick stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out.
Under the warm orange light, the small form on the bed seemed especially delicate and tiny.
Yet Frederick felt the room was cramped, so narrow and crowded that his eyes could only see that small bundle.
Opening the floor-to-ceiling window, the cold wind from below ten degrees rushed in through the gap, and the fire in Frederick's heart was finally suppressed a little.
When he lay in bed, the scent of wine became even more obvious.
Irritated and restless, Frederick snapped off the light.
As darkness fell, before Frederick could pull back the covers and move to the edge of the bed, from where the fragrance was strongest, Rebecca rolled over and naturally tumbled into his arms.
Her soft chest, still slightly damp, pressed tightly against his hard chest.
Rebecca lowered her head and nuzzled against his neck. "Honey, hold me..."
All his self-control vanished with that one "honey."
The blood in Frederick's body surged instantly.