Chapter 195 Is He Angry
Frederick carried Rebecca back upstairs to the master bedroom on the second floor, while she kicked and flailed all the way.
But when he lifted her out of the bathtub and pressed her onto the bed, Rebecca bit her lip and didn't dare make a sound.
"Becca..."
His burning palm traced its way down her body as Frederick lingered between her lips and teeth. "The house has great soundproofing."
No way she was falling for that.
"Frederick... I have to... go home tomorrow..."
Rebecca whimpered, "If I show up with any signs, you won't see me for the rest of this month or next month either."
She could feel Frederick pause for a moment on top of her, and Rebecca's heart leaped with hope.
Then the storm hit. Realizing Frederick was determined to deal with business today, Rebecca could have cried at her own stupidity.
Giving up, she said, "Frederick, you're so mean! I'm breaking up with you!"
Frederick kept her hanging, and now she was the one suffering.
She cooed sweetly to him, "Honey, I was just kidding..."
Both embarrassed and angry, Rebecca wrapped herself around him with tears in her eyes, calling him "Honey" over and over.
She thought he would lose control like before—a brief frenzy followed by complete rest.
But Rebecca was wrong.
One moment, Frederick was fierce and biting, as if he wanted to devour her whole, then he seemed to become a different person, gradually softening, patiently coaxing her.
Even when she said no more, he said okay, pulled away, and carried her to the bathroom.
When they came back, he kissed and hugged her, squeezed her waist, and gently rubbed her back like before, lulling her to sleep.
She could feel his compromise, too.
Rebecca, in his arms, was whimpering, but listening closely, he couldn't make out what she was saying—like sleep talk.
But Frederick guessed she was probably cursing him again, saying he was going to break her, or that he'd lied when he said it was the last time.
His body was tense and uncomfortable, yet he didn't even dare hold her too tightly. Frederick lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Rebecca's forehead. "Becca, good night!"
In the second before darkness took over, Rebecca lowered her head and nuzzled against Frederick's chest.
Just like his gentle whisper.
Rebecca slept for a long time.
So when she opened her eyes and saw it wasn't noon outside, yet her body told her she'd slept enough, Rebecca was a bit surprised.
Grabbing her phone and seeing it was just past ten, Rebecca looked at the space beside her and couldn't help blinking: Frederick wasn't mad, was he?
After quickly washing up, Rebecca tiptoed downstairs.
In the first-floor master bedroom, Frederick and Alex sat facing each other in a peaceful, serene atmosphere.
Frederick sat on the bay window with his laptop, checking the stock market and sending emails, occasionally sipping his black coffee, looking relaxed—no signs of anger.
On the floor by the bed, Alex, in a cream-colored loungewear, was building with Legos. Clearly, the parts that should have formed a Transformer had been assembled into a rose instead.
"Give it to..."
Frederick had just started speaking when he sensed something. Turning around, he saw Rebecca standing timidly by the door with an anxious expression.
Alex noticed too and ran over with a bright smile, holding up the Lego rose high in front of Rebecca: For you!
Silently touched, Rebecca accepted the rose and thanked him, then carefully looked at Frederick. "Frederick, I need to ask you for a favor."
Frederick raised an eyebrow.
Rebecca's heart jumped.
Was she in trouble now?