Chapter 63 Hurry Up and Comfort, Why Are You Stunned
Even the delicious golden crispy chicken didn't seem appetizing anymore.
Rebecca felt uneasy all the way until she got on the Ferris wheel, increasingly regretting that "Uncle Frederick" slip.
She stole a glance at Frederick. Seeing his cold expression and eyes fixed on Alex, Rebecca bit her lip.
So Frederick acted like he didn't care, but deep down he minded, didn't he?
And she had to go and joke about that title, bringing up old matters.
Did he regret impulsively agreeing to her proposal back then?
What if he really regretted it?
What if the thought of divorce crossed his mind?
Rebecca wasn't afraid of divorce.
Given Frederick's personality, once he brought up divorce and discovered that loophole in the marriage agreement, he definitely wouldn't ask her for that hundred million dollars—he'd just consider it charity work.
But if that really happened, Rebecca felt she'd never have peace of mind for the rest of her life.
It would be like she had earnestly expressed her desire to cooperate, achieved her goal after getting married, then started causing him trouble, and finally waited until he couldn't take it anymore and ended the relationship himself.
And then even that loophole in the marriage agreement would become proof of her scheming nature.
But it really was just a slip of the tongue!
The floor swayed beneath her feet. Rebecca snapped back to reality and saw Frederick quickly grab Alex.
The Ferris wheel rose bit by bit, and the brilliantly lit night view spread before their eyes.
Alex knelt on the seat with both hands pressed against the glass, eyes wide with delight.
Behind him, Frederick pointed to the sparkling lights in the distance and said, "That's the Frog Hopper, and that tall building over there is the Windsor Group..."
Alex watched intently.
Frederick was gentle and patient.
From start to finish, he showed no intention of acknowledging her at all.
Thinking that it's never too late to correct mistakes, Rebecca stood up and walked forward, tugging at Frederick's sleeve. "I'm sorry."
He turned to look. Rebecca had that guilty look of someone who'd said and done the wrong thing.
He wanted to say it was fine, but worried she wouldn't learn her lesson.
Frederick paused and said nothing.
The little person in Rebecca's mind was anxiously scratching its head.
The black Becca looked disappointed: Serves you right! Who told you to run your mouth? Now you're getting what you deserve, aren't you? Mr. Windsor is angry—do you think you'll get off easy? Hurry up and make it right, what are you standing there for!
The white Becca looked worried: He shouldn't be... that petty, right? Maybe... just give it some time?
Looking back again, she saw a young couple in the neighboring cabin kissing.
Rebecca quickly looked away, lost in thought.
When she went out with Dennis, those playboys around him always brought female companions.
Occasionally when the girls got mad, the guys would either apologize sweetly, promising bags and jewelry, or grab the girl's hand and let her hit them to vent.
Laughing and playing around, before long they'd be kissing.
And then the earlier awkwardness would disappear as if it never happened.
So hugs, kisses, and affection actually did work, didn't they?
She couldn't help thinking of that good morning kiss on Monday.
A quick peck, but afterward when Frederick spoke, his voice carried pleasure.
So he must have liked it, right?
Rebecca bit her lip.
Alex was absorbed in watching the night view through the glass.
Frederick stood behind him, looking at the night scene outside the cabin.
Rebecca steeled herself, boldly walked forward, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
Frederick could feel Rebecca's body pressing close.
He instinctively turned his head.
The next instant, Rebecca's face suddenly came close.
Her lips pressed against his.