Chapter 209 It's All Her Fault
Rebecca regretted it!
She shouldn't have invited the wolf into her den by letting Frederick into her bedroom so late at night.
It was all her fault!
Frederick didn't know why Rebecca's face was getting redder.
One second, she looked confused.
The next second, seeing her flushed cheeks and elusive eyes, Frederick paused for a moment, then instantly understood.
"Becca..."
The smile in his eyes seemed to seep into his heart, and even his voice was laced with amusement.
Frederick lowered his head to kiss her, gently and softly tracing Rebecca's lips.
Maybe it was because this was her bedroom.
Or maybe it was because he had just used her body wash.
The sandalwood scent on Frederick wasn't as strong as before. Instead, there was more of a pear fragrance, as if from body to soul, his entire being belonged to her.
The instant danger approached, Rebecca felt both shy and scared,tears almost welling up in her eyes. "Frederick, let go, I came in to bring you pajamas."
Alexa lived in the master bedroom on the first floor, directly below Rebecca's bedroom.
Even though she knew villas like this had good soundproofing, and that even if they did something, Alexa wouldn't hear it, let alone when they hadn't done anything.
But because this was her own home.
For Rebecca at this moment, every flutter in her heart was challenging her already frail nerves.
As if the next instant, someone would burst through the door and catch her and Frederick red-handed.
"Why do you get embarrassed so easily, hmm?"
Kissing away the tear that seeped from the corner of Rebecca's eye, Frederick let out a low breath, straightened up, ruffled her hair, and said, "I won't tease you anymore. Let's go out!"
Rebecca hadn't expected Frederick to be so agreeable at all.
His embrace released so suddenly that the space in front of Rebecca instantly felt empty.
So when she clearly saw his obvious desire for her , Rebecca froze for a moment.
When she snapped back to reality, Rebecca threw the pajamas in her hand at his face, turned around, and fled out the door.
As his vision shifted from dark to light, Frederick removed the pajamas covering his head and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.
How passionate and soft Becca was in bed.
Outside of bed, she was just as easily embarrassed.
Yet every smile, every frown, every bit of anger and resentment from her was a huge challenge to his self-control.
Taking a deep breath, Frederick turned and stood under the showerhead.
The instant the bathroom door opened, Rebecca, curled up under the covers, suddenly froze.
She had forgotten the most important thing!
If she got up now to kick him out of the bedroom and make him sleep in the hallway outside the guest room, would it still be in time?
Whether it was in time or not, she'd only know if she tried!
Rebecca sat up quickly.
The next instant, her gaze paused.
Frederick was wearing the pajamas she had thrown at him.
Navy blue—her father's pajamas.
When her mom handed them to her, Rebecca had hesitated for a moment.
After that, with all of Frederick's antics, Rebecca had completely forgotten about it.
But now, Frederick was actually wearing them.
There were only three women in the house—Mom, Layla, and herself.
He had come so suddenly that there was no possibility of preparing in advance.
So he should know where these pajamas came from.
Even so, he still wore them.
Rebecca stared at him blankly. "Frederick, these are my dad's new pajamas."