Chapter 56 Dad's Shadow
"Becca, once we're married, we'll be husband and wife. You don't want to always be guessing what I'm thinking, why I'm upset, or anything else like that, right?"
Looking down at Rebecca's clear eyes, Frederick said patiently, "Let's not play guessing games. If you're unhappy, just tell me directly, okay? If it's my fault, I'll be more careful next time!"
For some reason, she saw a shadow of Henry in Frederick.
Henry would have a stern face when he was angry, but his words were always gentle: Becca, you can get mad, but you need to tell me why you're angry. If Mom and Dad did something wrong, we'll apologize to you. We need to learn to communicate with the people around us, to learn how to deal with our bad feelings, okay?
Staring at Frederick in a daze, Rebecca nodded, "Okay!"
Suddenly she really wanted to go back in time and tell Henry: When you're having a hard time, you should tell me too. I'm not a little kid anymore.
If she had discovered Henry was sick earlier, would she have lost him?
If Henry were still here, the Getty family wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and Alexa wouldn't have gotten sick.
Their family of three would still be doing fine.
Dad, I miss you so much!
Her eyes instantly turned red. Rebecca lowered her head and said softly, "Frederick, I want to sleep now."
Just a moment ago she had been all huffy and full of life.
In the blink of an eye, her mood had dropped to rock bottom.
His gaze swept over her reddened eyes. Frederick frowned slightly, "Okay!"
The bedside lamp went off, and the room fell into darkness.
Rebecca lowered her head, burying the tears at the corners of her eyes in the blanket, sniffling softly.
When Frederick's body moved closer, Rebecca's body stiffened for a moment.
The next instant, Frederick wrapped his long arm around her, pulling her into his embrace. A gentle kiss landed on the back of her head, "Becca, good night!"
Becca, I'm here!
Becca, good night!
Becca...
Rebecca was stunned, forgetting the sadness of remembering Henry, and forgetting the nervous anxiety about their wedding night. Her ears and heart were filled with Frederick's gentle "Becca."
Held in Frederick's arms, his warmth passed through two layers of fabric to her body.
The faint sandalwood scent that belonged only to him filled her nose.
Peaceful.
Quiet.
Her mind grew fuzzy, and Rebecca didn't even know when she fell asleep.
Rebecca's tense body gradually relaxed. After some time had passed, just like before, she naturally turned over and clung to him tightly like a climbing vine.
Her forehead was right at his chin—he could kiss her between the eyebrows with just a slight tilt of his head.
But Frederick didn't dare move at all.
One movement and he would remember that unexpected kiss from earlier, and his already sleepless mind instantly became excited.
Rebecca was clinging to him with her arms and legs. The skin she pressed against felt like an iron block dropped into a pile of cotton—the softness made it feel even harder.
The blood in his body seemed to rush downward, and what had been sleeping gradually rose up.
What's more, the fresh scent from her hair and body threaded into his breathing.
Like the best aphrodisiac.
His penis was painfully hard, yet he didn't dare move his body at all.
In the lonely night, Frederick's eyes were full of desire.
"Becca..."
His palms burning hot, Frederick held her body tightly, wanting to embed that soft bundle into his own body.
The next instant, he noticed Rebecca in her sleep let out a sob, "Dad..."
Frederick's body stiffened. After a brief moment of shock, his eyes filled with helplessness.