Chapter 137 How Long Do You Plan to Press
Just thinking about that scene made her heart ache so much that she felt like dying. Not wanting Alex to see her crying, Rebecca lowered her head and buried herself in Frederick's embrace.
Wrapping his arms around Rebecca, Frederick gently patted her back, "Becca, it's all in the past now, it's okay..."
Rebecca shook her head, her voice full of disbelief, "How can there be such a heartless mother in this world?"
His body stiffened, and the hand patting Rebecca paused for a moment.
A dark glint flashed briefly in Frederick's eyes.
When he came back to his senses, he felt Rebecca's forehead getting hot again.
Looking annoyed, Frederick immediately regretted telling Rebecca all this.
He called Layla over to stay with Alex, and Frederick carried Rebecca upstairs back to the bedroom.
The fever came and went for who knows how long. Rebecca only vaguely remembered Frederick giving her water and medicine.
A sharp pain in the back of her hand made Rebecca frown slightly, and she fell into a solid embrace.
Frederick gently stroked the back of her head, his voice tender, "Becca, I'm here."
Perhaps the fever had broken.
Or maybe the embrace made her feel secure.
As darkness swept over her, Rebecca fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again, it was dim outside the window.
For a moment, she couldn't tell if it was morning or evening.
Beside her, Frederick, in his bathrobe, sat on the bed leaning against the pillow, with his laptop on the covers.
Documents, emails, stock market pages - various windows switching back and forth, showing just how busy Frederick was.
After watching for just a while, Rebecca felt dizzy, "Frederick, isn't today Sunday? Do you have to work on the weekend?"
"You're awake?"
Frederick put aside his laptop, pulled Rebecca up, and affectionately pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature. "It's already Monday."
Rebecca looked shocked, "I, I slept for a whole day and two nights?"
Then, looking down, she saw the needle mark from the IV on the back of her hand.
Rebecca looked panicked, "Doesn't that mean I skipped a whole day of class?"
"I asked for leave for you!"
Frederick pinched her cheek, "Someone wished you Merry Christmas, I told her you were sick and asked her to request leave for you. She agreed."
Opening Facebook, she saw Frederick asking for a few days off, and Isla readily agreed without even asking what was wrong.
Just leaving a message, "then enjoy your romance."
Rebecca fell silent.
"No, I have to go back to class..."
Rebecca threw off the covers and got out of bed. "The exam is just a few days away. What if the teacher covers important points in class these days?"
Afraid Frederick would stop her, Rebecca walked quickly.
The expected obstruction didn't happen.
She just heard Frederick's voice behind her, "1..."
Rebecca got out of bed and put on her slippers.
Frederick, "2..."
Glancing at him curiously, Rebecca moved forward.
Frederick, "3..."
Her legs gave way, and Rebecca felt like her legs were made of cotton.
The next instant, as she fell, Frederick rushed over and caught her.
She was on top.
He was underneath.
Frederick smiled slightly, looking at Rebecca's embarrassed eyes, and asked, "Becca, are you sure you can go back to class in this condition?"
In weather below minus ten degrees, she had been soaking in the icy, bone-chilling lake for more than ten minutes.
A few more minutes and she would have lost her life.
Fortunately, after all these years of living well with the Getty family, and unlike other girls who dieted to maintain their figure, her physical condition was pretty good.
Rebecca fell silent.
Her phone buzzed softly. Isla had sent over the notes she took during class today.
Rebecca scrolled through the photos, looking at the detailed content, her expression becoming hesitant.
Today was already over, and in a few more days, it would be vacation. Plus, there weren't that many classes in junior year anyway.
Rebecca was about to nod, wanting to say she'd just study at home then.
Frederick's soft laughter sounded in her ear, "Becca, how long are you planning to stay on top of me?"