Chapter 133 Warm Little Sun
After repeatedly assuring him that she was really fine, and that she absolutely didn't want to spend this wonderful Christmas Eve in the hospital, Rebecca urgently pushed Frederick to handle the discharge procedures.
More than ten minutes later, the Maybach roared out of the hospital.
A rumbling sound came from her stomach. Only then did she realize she'd skipped both lunch and dinner. Rebecca turned to look at Frederick, "Should we go find some food?"
Christmas Eve, and it was also their first Christmas together.
In the sky-high restaurant on the 99th floor, outside the window was Empire City's romantic night view, and before them was the fragrant aroma of steak and salad.
Rebecca glanced at the night view, then at Frederick, eating bite after bite, happy and satisfied.
But before they'd even finished the meal, her cheeks turned red, and she became listless.
She touched her forehead—it was burning hot.
Frederick's expression changed immediately. He scooped Rebecca up and carried her into the elevator.
"Frederick, I don't want to go to the hospital..."
Weak but still rational, Rebecca grabbed Frederick's collar and said, "I want to go home."
"Becca!"
"Honey, please, I want to go home..."
They were just two ordinary words, but when Rebecca said them, they seemed like some kind of powerful command.
All of Frederick's anger instantly disappeared.
He adjusted the seat and placed Rebecca in the passenger seat. Frederick called his private doctor, and the car sped toward Pinewood Mansion.
Alex was already asleep.
Layla waited anxiously until she saw with her own eyes that Rebecca had entered the house safely, then turned to get busy.
The doctor came and left, prescribing medication.
Layla also wiped Rebecca's palms and feet with alcohol before reluctantly heading downstairs, looking back with every few steps.
The room became quiet. Rebecca looked at Frederick, who had been wearing a dark expression since she woke up, and beckoned to him with her finger, "Frederick, come here..."
Rebecca's face was flushed from the high fever, but her eyes were bright as stars.
Frederick tossed aside his suit jacket and went straight to sit beside her, "What's wrong? Feeling really bad? Let me get you a towel..."
Before he could finish, Rebecca gently pulled down his collar, and her burning lips pressed against his.
A soft, gentle kiss.
Actually, it couldn't even be called a kiss.
Rebecca just pressed her lips against his for a moment.
Even so, it seemed to have taken all her strength.
"Frederick, don't be angry anymore..."
Rebecca said breathlessly, "Today is Christmas Eve, we should both be happy, okay?"
"Okay."
He nodded instinctively, his eyes flickering slightly.
The Rebecca he knew—after all these years, she was still that warm little sun.
No matter where she was, she always seemed to notice when others were down.
Then, with her unique warmth, she would shine on him and comfort him.
When he came back to his senses, Rebecca had already closed her eyes.
As if feeling uncomfortable, Rebecca frowned tightly, breathing shallowly.
Every breath she exhaled was scorching hot, burning his skin beneath his shirt fabric.
Frederick lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then got up and went into the bathroom.
The sound of rushing water started, then quickly stopped.
Back in bed, Frederick pulled Rebecca into his arms.
Rebecca's brow relaxed, and she clung to Frederick's cool body with her hands and feet.
When their temperatures equalized and Rebecca let go, or when she cried out that she was too hot, the space beside her would empty.
Before long, that cool, comfortable embrace would return.
When her limbs relaxed and her brow smoothed out, Rebecca fell into a deep sleep.