Chapter 191 The Refined Scoundrel
In the fitting room, the refreshing fragrance was replaced byan extremely strong scent.
The hair on Rebecca's forehead was soaked with sweat, sticking damply to her skin.
She leaned limply against Frederick.
Looking up, she could see the full-length mirror.
His black shirt remained neat and crisp without a trace of mess. Frederick's eyes were bright and his expression satisfied. At a glance, he was the perfect picture of a well-dressed trickster.
As for her, she looked like a toy that had been played with and broken.
After just a few glances, Rebecca couldn't bear to look anymore and buried her head in Frederick's chest.
Frederick lowered his head and kissed the top of Rebecca's hair. "Let me carry you to take a bath!"
"No!"
Rebecca refused flatly.
Right now, she just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
If she let him carry her, he'd just push for more.
He'd want to help with those difficult-to-undo buttons.
He'd want to help tie up her hair.
And in the end, wouldn't he just be taking advantage of her?
Pressing her hands against his chest, Rebecca forced herself to stand despite her aching back and weak legs. But before she could take a step, Frederick swept her up in his arms.
Just as they walked out of the fitting room, a phone rang in the distance.
"Frederick, where are you guys?"
As soon as the call connected, Peter'sloud voice came through. "Didn't we say seven o'clock? Are you still coming? We've been waiting forever!"
Glancing at the time—eight minutes to nine.
Rebecca's face burned again.
"It's this late already?"
Frederick remembered clearly that it wasn't even seven when he was tying his tie.
They'd only fooled around briefly in the fitting room—how was it already nine?
He was about to suggest postponing to another day when he met Rebecca's wet, glaring eyes.
Frederick changed his tune. "Let me ask Becca and get back to you."
The call was abruptly ended.
Frederick lowered his head and pecked Rebecca's lips. "If you're tired, we can take a bath and go to bed early, okay?"
Go to bed early, and then what?
Wake up before dawn to his advances?
Rebecca had Frederick all figured out.
Every time was supposed to be "the last time," but then it was one time after another, endless.
"I want to go out! I don't want to stay with you!"
She bit him hard through his shirt, and when he loosened his grip in pain, she stood up and fled into the bathroom.
She could hear him return the call, saying they'd be there soon.
Rebecca let out a breath and sank face-up into the water.
Half an hour later, the car roared out of Pinewood Mansion.
At the private winery in the western part of the city, even the air seemed filled with the scent of wine.
Pushing through the door, laughter and the smell of champagne hit them.
"Frederick's here!"
"You guys finally made it."
"Becca, over here!"
Before Rebecca arrived, Melissa had been bored by herself.
She'd been looking forward to Rebecca coming so she could drag her to the nearby bar street for a few hours. But the moment she saw her, Melissa changed her mind.
The last time they met, Rebecca had been ethereally beautiful. Now there was something more sensual about her.
Rebecca like this wouldn't be going to a bar to have fun—she'd be going to be hit on.
Never mind anyone touching her—if anyone dared say anything inappropriate in front of her, knowing Frederick's protective nature, he probably wouldn't let them off easy.
Better not go.
"Come on, let's go upstairs for a spa!"
Setting down her champagne glass, Melissa led Rebecca upstairs with practiced ease.