Chapter 134 Traitor
Maybe the medicine worked.
Or maybe she had a strong constitution.
She'd had a high fever throughout the first half of the night, but starting from the second half, Rebecca slept soundly.
When she opened her eyes again, Rebecca felt like she'd just finished a sauna session—sticky and clammy all over, utterly uncomfortable.
In the darkness, Frederick's breathing was steady and deep, as if he were fast asleep.
Rebecca carefully slipped out of his embrace and tiptoed into the bathroom.
After showering and blow-drying her hair, Rebecca instantly felt like she'd come back to life.
She glanced at the time—9:30 AM.
Between letting Frederick finally sleep in and properly celebrating Christmas, she decisively chose the latter.
With a swoosh, she pulled open the curtains. Rebecca turned to look at Frederick sitting up in bed, her face full of disdain. "I'm the sick one, and even I'm awake. Frederick, have you been overdoing it lately?"
As she spoke, Rebecca's gaze slid from his face down to his body.
As if to say his stamina wasn't up to par!
Frederick's eyes narrowed slightly. "Becca, come here..."
Instantly sensing danger approaching, Rebecca pulled open the door and ran out.
While running, she kept shouting, "Frederick, hurry up and get out of bed!"
"Ms. Getty, you're awake? Are you still feeling bad?"
"Not anymore... Layla, I want cheesecake, and fries, and also..."
With her in the house, the huge villa suddenly came alive.
Frederick could already imagine Alex, who'd been sitting on the living room carpet playing with Legos like a stuffed toy, now also coming to life with bright eyes and a smile.
Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Frederick got up and went into the bathroom.
After the meal, Rebecca repeatedly assured everyone she was really fine, and said she'd promised Alex they'd go to the amusement park today to buy sausages and couldn't go back on her word. Frederick helplessly took them out.
Half an hour later, it was Rebecca who felt helpless.
She looked at the sausage in her hand.
Looked at Alex.
Then looked at Frederick. Rebecca's expression was shocked. "Frederick, seriously? We came all the way to the amusement park just to buy a sausage?"
It was Christmas today!
Wasn't this just tragic?
Seeing Rebecca's cheeks starting to flush red, Frederick turned to look at Alex. "Want to play?"
After three years together, although Alex couldn't speak, his ability to read the room was top-notch.
Meeting Frederick's deep gaze and Rebecca's eager look.
Alex decisively shook his head!
Rebecca fell silent.
The Maybach turned around and drove back to Pinewood Mansion.
Rebecca's gaze remained resentful even after getting out of the car.
She even turned around to pinch Alex's face: "Traitor!"
Alex's eyes sparkled with laughter.
Entering the villa, Rebecca angrily took off her boots and petulantly kicked them toward Frederick.
Frederick just smiled quietly, good-naturedly putting all three pairs of shoes into the shoe cabinet.
With nowhere to vent her anger, Rebecca suddenly felt this was the most boring Christmas she'd ever had.
In previous years at Christmas, school had all kinds of activities—so lively.
And she'd either go out with Dennis or go racing with Isabella at the track, then get spa treatments and late-night snacks after racing.
Late at night, when she got home, there'd be gifts from Mom and Dad in her bedroom.
Just one Christmas, yet it was grand and lively.
But this year, there was nothing.
Just as the feeling of disappointment began to surface, Rebecca turned around again and froze.
In the corner by the floor-to-ceiling windows stood a Christmas tree over five meters tall, magnificent and grand.
On the floor beneath the tree, gift boxes of all sizes were scattered everywhere.
The warm air from the AC mixed with the heat from the fireplace, the string lights on the tree swayed gently, and silver bells jingled, sprinkling light, cheerful notes into the air.
Rebecca turned around.
Frederick's gaze was gentle. "Becca, Merry Christmas!"