Chapter 115 She Came to Restrain Him
He lowered his head and caught her lips, the rich taste of wine following.
Sure enough, it was as sweet as he'd imagined.
His breathing became completely erratic. Frederick panted heavily, then rolled over, pinning Rebecca beneath him.
Rebecca, in her sleep, was incredibly docile.
She murmured, responding to his almost plundering kiss.
Her arms unconsciously hooked around his neck, seemingly unaware of how tempting she was at this moment.
Her body kept pressing against his.
Soft and smooth.
A stark contrast to his body, tensed to the extreme.
Frederick suddenly stopped.
Bright moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling window into the room. Rebecca's cheeks were flushed, both pure and alluring, like a spirit from the mountain forest who had taken form, here to steal his soul.
But... it shouldn't be like this!
The beast roaring in his heart crashed against its iron cage, the chains around its neck clanging loudly.
But Frederick knew it shouldn't be like this.
The most beautiful thing in the world, even if it couldn't happen with mutual affection at the perfect moment, should at least happen when both people were conscious.
He should be clearly aware of what he was doing.
And she should clearly know what she was experiencing.
Not like now, happening in confusion and uncertainty.
Again and again, his heavy breathing gradually steadied. Frederick leaned down and gathered Rebecca into his arms.
He'd known all along—she was born to be his downfall!
But compared to before, things were so much better now.
At least he could hold her like this, kiss her.
Gentle kisses fell on her forehead, her lips, trailing downward.
As if uncomfortable from the stubble, Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and kicked randomly with her feet.
The desire that had been barely suppressed surged up again with renewed vigor. In the darkness, Frederick's breath caught, and he decisively got up and went to the bathroom.
When he returned, he pulled open the closet, found a shirt, and put it on Rebecca.
He turned her over so her back faced him, then reached out to hold Rebecca in his arms and let out a helpless long sigh.
It was destined to be another difficult night.
Rebecca slept very well.
Good food, good drinks, good conversation.
She'd had a spa treatment and soaked in the hot spring, and had a little wine before bed.
Every cell in her body had relaxed, comfortable from head to toe.
Stretching lazily, Rebecca sat up and saw the bright sunny window.
The space beside her was empty.
She didn't know if Frederick hadn't come back all night or had gotten up early and left.
Rebecca looked down and saw the white shirt she was wearing.
She lifted her arm and sniffed lightly, catching that faint sandalwood scent. Rebecca's lips curved up, and she quickly got up to wash up.
Finding Isabella's room, Rebecca complained as soon as she opened the door, "It's not like we haven't bathed together or changed clothes together before. If you were going to change my clothes, why not change everything? What's the deal with changing only half?"
The bikini swimsuit—the top half removed and replaced with Frederick's shirt.
But the bottom half was unchanged, leaving her to sleep in it all night.
So when she changed clothes just now, there was a thin red mark around her waist.
Rebecca looked up and met Isabella's blinking, completely confused face.
Her expression froze.
Her heart started pounding rapidly.
"Don't tell me... it wasn't you who changed my clothes?"
"Would you believe me if I said I got drunk and left early?"
A scream suddenly rang out.
The scream came from a distance—it had to be either Rebecca or Isabella.
After all, in the entire hot spring resort, they were the only two women.
Peter and Benjamin both looked at Frederick.
Frederick's expression was calm, with only a barely noticeable hint of a smile in his eyes. "Should be nothing serious..."