Chapter 103 I Only Like You
"Sorry, okay..."
Walking arm in arm with Rebecca back to the lounge, Isabella attentively poured her a glass of water while defending herself, "I was just worried you'd get lost in beauty and couldn't pull yourself out. I was wrong, okay? I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight to make it up to you. That should work, right?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she'd said the wrong thing—after all, Frederick was still here.
But once the words were out, it was too late to take them back.
Seeing that Frederick wasn't angry, it was actually the good-natured Rebecca who was puffed up like a pufferfish.
Isabella carefully promised a month's worth of big dinners plus afternoon teas before finally making peace.
When she turned back around, she met Frederick's smiling face, clearly in a good mood.
Thinking about how he'd heard their entire conversation just now.
Isabella fell silent.
Rebecca wished she could disappear on the spot.
It was already evening when they left the parking lot. Learning that Rebecca and Frederick had plans for the evening, no matter how much Rebecca invited her, Isabella refused to go.
As the Ferrari pulled out of the parking lot, Rebecca was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Frederick and said, "Frederick, Izzy is my best friend. Even if you don't like her, please don't show it in front of her, okay? I'm asking you as a favor!"
Frederick's eyes gleamed with amusement as he said, "I need to correct a slip of your tongue. First, I only like you. I don't have the slightest interest in other women. So, even though Isabella is your best friend, clearly, I definitely won't like her! Of course, if you're worried I might have some bad thoughts about her, I can tell you clearly—I won't. Second..."
Changing his tone, Frederick asked, "Why do you think I would have bad thoughts about her?"
With her mind full of Frederick's words, "I only like you," Rebecca's heart was pounding wildly.
She really wanted to ask Frederick—Are you serious? Are you sure you like me? And what about Alex's mother?
But her heart was racing so fast, as if it would jump right out of her mouth if she opened it.
Rebecca was silent for a long while before saying softly, "Izzy's background isn't very respectable. When we used to go out together, those girls from wealthy families didn't like her. Dennis and the others were the same, so..."
Mentioning Dennis, Rebecca instinctively looked up at Frederick.
She saw the man raise an eyebrow, "So in your eyes, I'm no different from those men with no taste?"
One sentence instantly made his position clear.
What's more, he'd explicitly stated he wouldn't.
Rebecca shook her head ingratiatingly, "Of course not. How could those people compare to you?"
Having changed the subject, those questions in her heart never found another chance to be asked.
Rebecca felt a bit dejected.
On one hand, she was annoyed at her inexplicable guilty conscience.
On the other hand, she was relieved she hadn't asked.
'Rebecca, you're just asking for trouble! Even if Alex's mother comes back, you're still the legitimate Mrs. Windsor. What are you afraid of?' she thought to herself.
Giving herself a pep talk, seeing they'd arrived at their destination, Rebecca got out of the car and naturally took Frederick's arm.
His gaze sliding over that flash of pale skin, Frederick's eyes darkened.
A moment ago, she'd looked disgusted, not wanting him to sit in the car, only wanting to drive fast herself.
Now, she had this gentle and obedient appearance.
Was it because they were going to meet his friends?
His eyes gleaming with amusement, Frederick held Rebecca's hand.