Chapter 172 I Don't Want the Joy of Being Single
"Becca..."
The phone was answered after just one ring. The voice on the other end was magnetic and urgent, "I really know I was wrong. Please don't be mad at me anymore, okay?"
"Fine. I'll reluctantly forgive you this once. We'll see how you behave from now on."
"Okay... Becca, I miss you!"
Rebecca quickly turned off the speakerphone, her cheeks flushing as she shot Lucy a look.
Lucy gave an OK sign and put on her headphones to do her listening practice, looking relieved.
Rebecca took her phone and curled up in the bean bag chair.
"Becca, tomorrow's Friday. Let me come pick you up, okay?"
"No. I said I wasn't going home, so I'm not going home. My parents taught me since I was little to keep my word."
"...Then, you still need to eat, right? Let's have lunch together, then hang out for a bit. After dinner, I'll take you back to your dorm, okay?"
Rebecca sighed helplessly, "Frederick, you don't really think I'm not coming back just because I'm mad at you, do you? I'm seriously preparing for final exams!"
Hearing silence on the other end, even without seeing him, she knew Frederick's face must be dark right now.
Rebecca's voice softened, "Anyway, next Wednesday will be here soon. Just think of it as, think of it as..."
Glancing at Lucy, Rebecca said softly into the phone, "Frederick, just think of it as me giving you a break, letting you enjoy being single for a bit."
You can play cards and drink with your friends.
You can also go back to the Windsor Mansion to keep Alex company, painting, and building Legos.
"Becca, I don't want a break, and I don't want that kind of fun!"
Frederick's voice was cold and heavy, "Let's have dinner together! That's my final compromise! Otherwise... Becca, if you insist on sticking to your principles, I don't mind going to Star Apartments and carrying you out over my shoulder. After all, you've already made it official at Empire University, so I'm not someone to be ashamed of. How about that?"
Just imagining Frederick carrying her out of the apartment building with crowds of people watching from all directions made Rebecca's hair stand on end.
Afraid that Frederick would change his mind again and push for more, Rebecca agreed quickly, "Okay!"
Hearing Rebecca give in, Frederick's voice warmed a bit, "Becca, see you tomorrow!"
After hanging up, Frederick pushed the door open and entered.
Layla came out to greet him, her voice gentle, "Mr. Windsor, would you like something to eat?"
"No need..."
Frederick shook his head, looking up at Layla, "Layla, pack some clothes in a bit. I'll have the driver take you to the hospital. From now on, you'll take care of and stay with Becca's mom."
Thinking she was being fired, Layla froze, instinctively glancing toward the kitchen.
Then she heard Frederick say in a low voice, "When Becca's mom recovers, you'll both move back to the Getty family villa. I'll pay you double your current salary. Things at the Getty family's place should stay the same as before. I'll have to trouble you to take care of everything."
Layla understood now, looking flustered, "Mr. Windsor, that's not appropriate!"
Frederick's expression was gentle, "Layla, since I married Becca, her family is my family. There's nothing inappropriate about it! If you have no objections, that's how we'll do it from now on!"
Having worked for the Getty family for many years, Layla and Alexa were master and servant in name, but as close as sisters in reality.
Whenever Frederick took Becca out or stayed overnight at the old mansion instead of returning to Pinewood Mansion, Layla would go to the hospital to keep Alexa company.
She had been worried that Frederick would think she was distracted if he found out, but unexpectedly, she'd just received this pleasant surprise.
"Thank you, Mr. Windsor!"
Deeply moved, Layla untied her apron, hung it back up, and hurried off to pack her things.
The driver took Layla to the hospital.
As the door closed, the villa fell silent inside and out.
His gaze fell on the master bedroom door on the second floor, and Frederick looked down gloomily.
The fun of being single?
He didn't want that at all!