Chapter 303 The Most Beautiful Words of Love in the World

Chapter 303 The Most Beautiful Words of Love in the World

When she opened her eyes again, what met her gaze was the thick, deep darkness beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Her mind went blank for a moment before she finally came to her senses.

When Frederick came upstairs, he found Rebecca sitting dazed in a pile of white bedding, looking completely defeated.

The data and files in his mind instantly faded away.

Frederick's eyes and the corners of his lips were filled with a subtle smile.

It seemed that just seeing Becca put him in an incredibly good mood.

"What's wrong?"

Wrapping Rebecca and the bedding together in his arms, Frederick lowered his head and pecked her lips. "Still sleepy?"

Rebecca looked up at Frederick, her face full of hesitation.

Frederick's gaze was gentle, looking patient and willing to wait.

After hesitating for a long while, Rebecca spoke, "Frederick, acting on impulse is the devil's work—that saying is really true! When we get back tonight, I'm going to write this down in my..."

"No way!"

Capturing her lips, Frederick kissed her tenderly. "Becca, you don't know how much I love you like this!"

"Really?"

Rebecca didn't believe him.

Frederick nodded seriously. "Although I don't interact much with women, the Windsor family does have girls. Big and small, calm ones, cute ones, mischievous ones..."

Thinking of those girls at home who called him uncle or brother, Frederick frowned. "The calm ones, I find boring. The ones who cry, I find noisy. The ones who are spoiled and willful because they're pretty and loved by elders—I hate them at first sight and just want to stay away from them."

Getting a vague sense of what he meant, Rebecca stayed quiet and listened.

"And then there's Peter..."

Willing to drag Peter into this to coax Becca, Frederick used him as an example. "All these years, I've watched him go through one female companion and girlfriend after another, and I've heard him complain about how demanding they are, how greedy, how petty, and so on. But Becca..."

Frederick looked at Rebecca. "If that person is you, whether you're demanding or petty, jealous or willful... as long as it's you, no matter what you do, I think it's wonderful, and I'll love you like crazy!"

Those days and nights with nowhere to channel his feelings.

Those days when her every smile and frown had nothing to do with him.

Every day, every second; even now, thinking back on them felt unbearable.

It was as if those memories had turned bitter.

But to have today, to be able to hold her, kiss her, and feel the passion she brought him like this.

This feeling of her being vivid and alive every minute and second, her every smile and frown all for him—it was simply wonderful!

"Becca, no matter when, in my eyes and heart, you are the most beautiful and the best!"

Gently stroking her face, Frederick looked directly into Rebecca's eyes. "I'm crazy about your impulsiveness. Even if it's the devil's work, I'm willing!"

Could there be any sweeter words than this in this world?

How could he be so good at this?!

Rebecca blinked at Frederick, forcing herself to suppress the flutter in her heart. "Frederick, don't think I'll believe you just because you sweet-talk me like this. Anyway, today... nothing happened today."

Her eyes darted away, as if seeing his smiling eyes or the white bedding on his chest could make her recall the afternoon's passion, Rebecca said self-deceptively, "I just came to take a nap and bring you a loving lunch."

Just looking at Rebecca's face and earlobes turning red again, he knew how embarrassed she felt inside.

Frederick drawled, "Okay, whatever you say is right!"

Held gently in Frederick's arms.

Listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.

Rebecca's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Her gaze fell on the untouched lunch on the living room table, and she paused. "Frederick, you didn't eat lunch?"

She had been too tired to do anything but sleep—forget eating lunch, she didn't even have the energy to open her eyes.

But Rebecca vaguely remembered that Frederick had carried her to the bath.

Energy to bathe but not to eat?

"Waiting for you."

Frederick lowered his head to kiss her. "You were hungry, how could I eat alone? Honey, right?"

Mentioning food and seeing the darkness outside the window.

Rebecca buried her head in Frederick's chest. "It's so late, and we still haven't gone back. They're definitely going to tease me later. Frederick, what should we do?"

"Silly."

Ruffling her hair and smoothing down the cute strands flying everywhere from static, Frederick smiled. "I called Mom this afternoon and said we wouldn't be back for dinner. Mom said that was perfect."

Rebecca lifted her head.

Frederick smiled. "Alice said she took both moms shopping, and they're eating out tonight. She told us to go back after we eat."

Rebecca had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she saw the laughter spilling from Frederick's eyes. "Mom said it would be even better if we didn't come back."

No, she wanted to go back!

Even though she knew he was satisfied, Rebecca was certain that once they returned to Pinewood Mansion, Frederick would only get worse.

"I need to get up. Turn around!"

Pushing away Frederick's hand.

Then, pushing him downstairs.

Rebecca put on a stern face, acting as if they weren't that close starting from now.

Full of helpless yet indulgent affection, Frederick shook his head with a smile and walked straight to the closet to pick out clothes for Rebecca.

A beige wool dress.

Black tights.

Even her undergarments—he chose matching colors for her.

They had already done the most intimate things countless times, but at this moment, watching Frederick holding her small clothes and handing them to her, Rebecca still felt her face burning up.

"Go downstairs."

"No!"

"Frederick, I'm getting angry!"

Frederick gave in quickly, raising his hands in surrender before reluctantly going downstairs.

Half an hour later, the Maybach drove out of the underground parking garage.

The faint scent of fragrance couldn't mask the fresh leather smell in the car. Thinking of that heart-stopping accident, Rebecca turned back and asked, "That car—did you find out who did it?"

His eyes suddenly darkened, meeting Rebecca's concerned expression.

Frederick shook his head. "It was just brake failure, Becca. Don't overthink it."

How could she not overthink it?

That was Frederick's car!

And it happened on such a steep, hard-to-control mountain road.

With the slightest mistake, or if the driver wasn't skilled enough, everyone in that car that day would have plunged off the cliff and been lost forever, right?

Making a mental note, Rebecca nodded. "Okay!"

The car entered the Getty family villa district. From afar, they could see the car parked at the turn and James making a phone call by the front of the car.

Not sure if he was calling Alice, but the other end never picked up.

James wasn't rushed or annoyed. He hung up and opened Facebook.

Signaling Frederick to stop, Rebecca opened the car window and smiled at James. "James, Alice isn't home. You should head back early!"

Seeing Rebecca, James's eyes lit up.

Looking at Frederick in the driver's seat, his eyes brightened even more.

"Mr. Windsor, let's make a deal..."

James walked to the car window. "I'll help you deal with Nicole, and you help me out, too. How about it?"

Rebecca was stunned.

Frederick smiled.