Chapter 51: Woman, Please Wake Up!
"I could just smack you right now!"
In the coffee shop on the first floor of the downtown mall, Isabella shot Rebecca an annoyed look. "If you couldn't stay in the dorm, why didn't you just come crash at my apartment? Taking the subway to the hospital late at night—I really don't know what to do with you!"
"Rebecca, I treat you like my own sister, but you treat me like some distant cousin?"
Still not satisfied, Isabella leaned over and poked Rebecca hard on the head.
"Dear Izzy, I was wrong."
Rebecca smiled with her eyes crinkling. "I just didn't want to disturb your rest with my coming and going."
That one sentence made Isabella let out a soft sigh.
Isabella was three years older than Rebecca and ran her own racing club.
During the day when the team members trained, Isabella would either sleep at home or play video games in her office.
Only at night, when all the team members had gone to rest, could Isabella go to the track and enjoy the thrill of high-speed racing.
Rebecca had known Isabella since back when she was Dennis's girlfriend. At that time, Dennis's exact words were: Stay away from that illegitimate daughter of the Taylor family!
Back then, out of curiosity, Rebecca wanted to see what kind of annoying person this girl—who was both beautiful and cold—must be to be disliked by Dennis and his circle of spoiled socialites.
Turned out it was quite the opposite.
No pretentiousness or affectation of a wealthy heiress, but instead a refreshing boldness that could roast people to death. Rebecca and Isabella hit it off immediately.
Facts proved that you really need to judge people for yourself!
When the Getty family fell into trouble, Dennis never even showed his face.
But Isabella was the first to call her, giving her all the money she'd saved over the years, and even sold her newly bought apartment.
If it hadn't been for that chance encounter with Frederick, Rebecca had no doubt that Isabella would have eventually sold even her beloved race track.
"Thank goodness Mr. Windsor has such good judgment!"
Isabella shifted the topic to Frederick. "He solved your problem without even saying a word. Becca, how are you planning to repay him?"
Repay?
Why would she need to repay him?
They were married, and he kept calling her Mrs. Windsor—her troubles were his troubles, so wasn't it natural for him to help solve them?
Rebecca looked at Isabella innocently. "I shouldn't... need to repay him, right?"
Isabella smiled. "He paid back a hundred million dollars for you, got treatment for your mom, and solved your problems. Becca, wake up! He's a person, not a charity!"
Rebecca blinked. "Then how should I repay him?"
Isabella grinned mischievously. "You've given him your first kiss, so next up, isn't it... you know?"
First... first night?
Rebecca froze with her mouth half open, her face gradually turning red.
She thought of that awkward morning.
She thought of Frederick's sudden good morning kiss.
And she thought of those moments in the bedroom at Pinewood Mansion when she'd occasionally turn around and meet his gaze.
Deep.
Dark.
As if she wasn't a living person, but a piece of steaming hot meat on a plate.
She'd been looking forward to the weekend, thinking she could finally enjoy Layla's delicious cooking and take a nice hot bath before getting a good night's sleep.
But because of Isabella's words, the thought of returning to Pinewood Mansion to face Frederick, and having to sleep in the same bed at night...
Rebecca instantly deflated.
All afternoon, Rebecca was distracted—even the new handbags couldn't catch her attention.
Her phone rang. When Frederick asked what time she'd be home and whether he should pick her up on the way, Rebecca's nerves instantly tensed up.
"Izzy, can I stay at your place tonight? We haven't had a sleepover chat in forever."
As if clutching at a lifeline, Rebecca clung tightly to Isabella's arm.
Isabella knew exactly what was going on. She smiled and seriously refused her. "Mrs. Windsor, do you think I have the guts to steal you away from Mr. Windsor?"
Rebecca fell silent.