Chapter 190 Becca Don't Cry
"Frederick, let me help you with your tie, okay?"
"No!"
"But we... need to leave soon. Didn't we have an appointment..."
"There's still time. We can make it!"
"Frederick, I..."
The fabric tore, accompanied by the sound of the frog buttons’ pearls falling to the floor and bouncing away.
The quiet fitting room, where only their breathing could be heard, suddenly became scorching hot.
Rebecca had no idea how things had gotten to this point.
Hadn't they just finished?
And she hadn't meant to seduce him at all—she just wanted to keep her promise and try on the necklace for him.
That was all.
"Frederick..."
Sweet and alluring, made even more tempting by those intermittent gasps, Rebecca was so frustrated she almost cried.
That was her new dress.
She had planned to wear it this weekend when they went to the Windsor Mansion.
She never expected it would be ruined before they even left the master bedroom of Pinewood Mansion.
"Don't cry, Becca..."
Kissing her reddened eyes, Frederick's voice was hoarse to the extreme. "In a few days, I'll go with you to have new ones made—a hundred of them, okay?"
"No, Frederick..."
He used to think a name was just a label.
Some people called him Frederick with affection or respect.
More people called him Mr. Windsor with trepidation, even though he was younger than they.
Whether Frederick or Mr. Windsor, neither had felt exceptional.
This was the first time Frederick realized how beautiful his name sounded.
"Becca, it's too tight..."
Only the pearl on the first button had popped off, and that button came undone easily.
Going up from there, he couldn't even slip his palm inside.
And the more rushed he was, the harder it became to unfasten them.
With one hand around her waist, Frederick applied slight pressure. A harsh, tearing sound rang out—the dress was already ripped.
"Frederick!"
Looking down, Rebecca was so angry she tried to kick him, but Frederick caught her ankle and hooked it around his waist.
The fitting room was brightly lit.
Under the pure white light, Rebecca's skin on her waist, stomach, and legs looked like jade, even whiter than her plain white dress.
Making her flushed cheeks even more alluringly pink.
In the hazy fragrance, Rebecca's whole body radiated desire, yet her eyes remained bright and clear.
Pure yet seductive.
Deliberately slowing his movements, Frederick lowered his head to kiss Rebecca tenderly.
"Becca, look..."
Frederick's movements were gentle and unhurried, as if he planned to let her off.
Rebecca opened her eyes and followed his gaze. In just an instant, her already flushed face turned even redder.
The torn dress hung loosely around her waist, swaying with gentle ripples from his tender movements.
Black shirt.
White dress.
Overlapping and intertwined.
The black became even more intense and wild.
The white was even more pure and sacred.
Yet beneath the intensity and purity lay the most chaotic versions of him and her.
With just one glance, Rebecca quickly looked away.
But deep in her heart, it was as if warm water was gushing out from that inner lake.
With just one more person, the originally spacious fitting room suddenly seemed cramped and narrow, to the point where every sound was amplified to an embarrassing degree.
But Rebecca couldn't care about that anymore.
"Frederick... Frederick..."
Biting her lip, Rebecca clung tightly to Frederick's neck, lowering her head to return his kisses frantically.
There were no windows, so they couldn't see the night outside.
But that patch of black in the fitting mirror grew increasingly dense and urgent, like a tornado sweeping in from the horizon.
The wind was fierce, scattering the white clouds.
Yet the moment they scattered, they gathered together again.
The sound of the wind rose, whimpering and sobbing for a long time.
It didn't stop for ages...