Chapter 122 Explain in Detail, What is Wrong
[Frederick, you're so bad!]
When Frederick received Rebecca's Facebook message, he was driving.
He glanced down and caught sight of Rebecca's accusation.
Frederick turned the steering wheel to the right and pulled the car over to the side of the road. [Tell me more, what's so bad about me?]
Rebecca went silent.
What should she say?
Should she say that he clearly helped her deal with the trouble, but instead of taking credit, he pretended nothing happened and acted like he knew nothing, just watching her put on a show?
Or should she say she misspoke—it wasn't that he was bad, but that she was stupid?
Her eyes fixed on that line of text on the screen, all her attention focused on that one word.
Rebecca's heartbeat suddenly went wild.
She could clearly imagine what expression Frederick had on his face right now.
His eyes would be smiling, a small curve playing at the corner of his lips, yet his expression would be completely serious, as if he were genuinely asking: Becca, tell me, what exactly is so bad about me!
If only she could actually give him a reason, that would be fine.
But she couldn't.
Rebecca wished she could turn back time a few minutes and delete that message.
Even changing it to "Frederick, thank you" would be better.
Before Rebecca could figure out what to do.
Frederick sent another message.
[Becca, all my good and bad are only for you.]
How much I want to be good to you is how much I want to be bad to you.
Bad enough to want to destroy you, possess you, every single moment.
To trap you beneath me, never letting you go.
Just one short line, yet it seemed to contain all his emotions.
In the pitch-black car, the dark gleam in Frederick's eyes shifted from bright to dim, making his whole face appear even more profound, the stubbornness between his brows almost turning into a blade, merging with the cold wind outside the window into the endless night.
Rebecca seemed scared and didn't reply for a long time.
The screen went dark.
Frederick's heart also dropped with a thud, falling heavily.
The next moment, his phone buzzed.
[Of course! Who told me to be Mrs. Windsor!]
Right after, Rebecca sent an emoji.
Lighting up his phone and looking at the sassy emoji with hands on his hips on the screen, Frederick's dark expression instantly relaxed.
[Right, honey, you're absolutely right!]
The cold night suddenly warmed up because of typing the word "honey."
After sending the message with no further response, Frederick's fingertip slid across Rebecca's cartoon avatar. He stared at it for a moment, then put away his phone, restarted the car, and merged back into traffic.
In the dorm room, Rebecca's computer screen was still on the forum page.
Following the school's official announcement, all those posts with malicious speculation and slander against her had been completely deleted.
In their place were sneaky gossip posts.
[The school really made a big move this time!]
[Rebecca is pretty impressive; everyone should learn from her!]
[Learn what? Even if all those comments in the previous posts were speculation, her cheating is a fact, right? Everyone in the design department knows she has a rich fiancé—lots of people have seen him in person. The guy in the forum photos is obviously not him, right? Can there be pure friendship between men and women? Would friendship involve wearing each other's coats and holding hands? Forget everything else, this alone has no explanation!]
[Right. Although we can't see his face clearly, the Frederick in the photos is taller than her fiancé, obviously not the same person...]
While both were gossip, the previous incident caused such a huge stir because it went too far and had a massive impact, so the school stepped in.
This time was different.
It was just small talk, and the school wouldn't bother with it at all.
But Rebecca wouldn't just let it go.
Logging into her student ID, Rebecca posted under her verified account.
Not caring about how the gossip lovers on the forum would react, Rebecca posted it and went straight to bed.
Early Monday morning, as soon as Frederick arrived at the company, he saw Mike looking absolutely delighted.
As if some wonderful, celebratory event had occurred.