Chapter 149 Is He That Terrifying
As she walked, the earrings swayed and created ripples of light.
Holding hands, their wrists cradled a lingering stream of tenderness.
Frederick noticed Rebecca staring at the mirror in the elevator, then kept glancing back at her faint reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows after they got out. She clearly loved "Eternity."
The smile in Frederick's eyes deepened.
They had dinner at the Western restaurant on the top floor.
By the time they returned to Pinewood Mansion, it was already late at night.
Frederick went to his study.
Rebecca took the jewelry boxes back to the bedroom.
She stared at the two sets of jewelry for a long time before putting them away in her vanity and getting up to go to the bathroom.
The moment the door closed, it opened again with a click.
Rebecca walked back to the dressing room and stood frozen in front of the closet door where her nightgowns hung.
Her illness was gone, so they could have sex now, right?
Almost as soon as the thought came, countless intimate scenes flooded her mind.
Rebecca turned around and saw herself in the dressing mirror—face flushed, eyes bright and watery.
But there was still some hesitation in her expression.
She had decided early on to hold tight to Frederick's coattails, but was it too soon to do it tonight?
What if Frederick thought she was like those materialistic women, only being this forward because she received his expensive gifts? Wouldn't that backfire?
Her mind was a mess, alternating between encouragement and nervous retreat. Rebecca grabbed a nightgown and went into the bathroom.
When Frederick returned to the bedroom, he was greeted by the light scent of pear blossoms as he pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit, with only the lamp by his side of the bed on.
On the large bed, Rebecca had curled up into a delicate mound, showing him only her back.
Even so, Frederick's expression remained gentle.
Knowing she was at Pinewood Mansion, and that moments ago she had seriously promised to willingly stay by his side as Mrs. Windsor—for him, this was already tremendous happiness.
Frederick let out a soft breath, loosened his tie, and headed straight to the bathroom.
Rebecca's bathwater was still in the tub. On the surface, white pear blossom petals drifted with the water, creating ripples in circles.
Frederick finally understood where that obvious pear blossom fragrance in the room came from.
So she really did love that jewelry set, didn't she?
Involuntarily, Frederick's mood lifted even more.
On the bed, listening to the sound of running water, Rebecca's heartbeat quickened bit by bit.
If she rushed to the dressing room to change now, would there still be time?
She had already dimmed Frederick's bedside lamp to the lowest setting—he shouldn't be able to see what she was wearing, right?
Even if he held her later, or if she climbed onto him in her sleep, he shouldn't notice anything, right?
After all, though it was a different nightgown, they were both made of silk.
Just by touch, he shouldn't be able to tell the difference, right?
Before Rebecca could figure out her dilemma between changing clothes, turning off the light, or taking her chances, the bathroom door opened with a click.
Rebecca's eyes snapped shut.
'I'm really asleep!'
Repeating this in her mind over and over, Rebecca tried her best to hypnotize herself.
Frederick paused mid-step.
Rebecca's eyes were tightly closed, looking as if she were asleep.
But her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she were nervous.
Frowning slightly, Frederick instinctively glanced back at the mirror.
Nothing had happened today—leaving aside the gifts and dinner tonight, which she had thoroughly enjoyed. Nothing had occurred to anger him or provoke his temper.
Was he really that scary?
Casually tossing aside his towel, Frederick stepped forward to lift a corner of the blanket, reaching with one hand to turn off the light.
His gaze swept across Rebecca's bare back, catching sight of the exposed corner of her nightgown.
Frederick's eyes paused slightly.