Chapter 127 Unbuckle Your Belt
Amelia's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling his hand burning hot as well. She hesitated for a moment and awkwardly withdrew her hand.
"Unbuckle your belt," she said softly, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, not even daring to meet Frederick's gaze.
Frederick just quietly watched her, making no move due to the pain in his stomach, occasionally furrowing his brows.
Looking at his reaction, Amelia was puzzled. As she wanted to speak, Frederick made a move. He endeavored to prop himself up and rise. Yet due to the effects of inebriation, he persistently failed to locate a stable point of leverage.
She recalled Paul mentioning that he had drunk a lot that night. She sighed and walked over, reaching out to help him.
As she approached, he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him with force, catching her off guard.
He firmly held Amelia with both hands, shifting his weight to pin her down.
Everything happened so quickly that Amelia didn't even have time to react.
After pinning her down, he then brought his lips close to her ear.
"Amelia, you're finally back." His voice was low and hoarse, his warm breath brushing against her ear, causing her to freeze. Her body tingled as if electrified, goosebumps rising on her skin.
She stared at him stiffly, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of sadness.
But soon, she composed herself, placing her hand on his chest firmly. "Frederick. Sober up a bit."
Her voice was heavy, tinged with disappointment.
She pushed him hard, but his arms wrapped tightly around her, resisting her efforts to push him away.
They were in a silent struggle, with Amelia's expression cold.
"Frederick. If you don't let me go, I'll get angry." Her tone was now clearly annoyed.
Only then did he open his eyes and give her a serious look.
His grip slightly loosened, but then he held her tightly again.
He gently kissed her cheek.
"Amelia. Be good. Don't be angry in my dreams."
His kiss was light, as if afraid she would vanish suddenly.
Amelia furrowed her brows slightly, quietly watching Frederick, who had closed his eyes again.
He looked exhausted. But his grip remained strong, and his leg on her body was heavy, as if afraid she would escape.
Taking a deep breath, she gave up struggling and lay quietly in his embrace.
During the three years in Fondaniss, Amelia often dreamed of him.
In her dreams, they were not divorced. He was incredibly gentle to her and there was no interference from Amber. It was the ideal married life she longed for.
But it was all just a dream, and she woke up still in Fondaniss.
The countless nights of dreams brought her a sense of loss and sadness that only Amelia understood.
She reached out and gently touched his face, softly calling his name.
"Frederick..."
The man opened his eyes slightly, bloodshot from not having slept well for a while.
He looked at her in confusion, unsure if this was a dream or reality.
Suddenly, a spasm in his stomach hit him hard, causing him to groan in pain. His forehead creased.
Amelia sighed. "Unbuckle your belt."
The belt remained fastened, and Frederick's stomach discomfort persisted.
At Amelia's command, Frederick hesitated for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Amelia, his deep gaze now clearer than before.
Due to the pain, his drunkenness also faded slightly.
Amelia, however, did not notice. Frederick thought that she had never been so bold in his dreams before, leaving him momentarily confused.
Eventually, he endured the pain and obediently unbuckled his belt. The crisp sound of the belt buckle unfastening echoed loudly in the air.
He looked at her, hesitated for a few seconds, and then cautiously asked, "Amelia. Do you want to make love with me?"
Amelia was taken aback, her expression slightly dazed. As a normal woman, she had needs in that regard, but she could control herself. She looked at Frederick with a cold gaze.
"You're still thinking about sex. It seems you're not in that much pain," she remarked.
A rare look of confusion appeared on Frederick's face.
"Although I'm in pain, if you want to make love, I can still..." he trailed off.
Amelia furrowed her brows and directly covered his mouth with her hand. "Shut up."
Frederick fell silent. But the pain in his stomach did not ease. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
Seeing this, Amelia furrowed her brows slightly, reaching into his shirt to massage acupoints to relieve the pain.
He had drunk a lot tonight, so medication was out of the question as it would worsen his stomach.
His body was burning up, while Amelia's hand felt ice-cold. As her hand delved in, Frederick's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but his body tensed even more.
He gazed deeply at her, gradually softening.
As Amelia focused on massaging him, he yawned, feeling a wave of drowsiness.
The faint scent on Amelia's body brought comfort to Frederick. It had been a long time since he had slept soundly.
Under Amelia's hands, he gradually drifted into sleep, his breathing becoming steady.
Listening to his breath, Amelia looked at him and sighed softly. His long, thick eyelashes were enviable, making women jealous.
His appearance hadn't changed at all from three years ago. He was still handsome and charismatic, exuding a more stable aura than before.
Amelia's heart stirred slightly, followed by a wave of melancholy and sadness. Watching his peaceful sleeping face, she sighed quietly, feeling her hand sore from the prolonged massage.
Looking at his relaxed expression and peaceful sleep, which indicated the pain had eased, she gently lifted his hand, intending to leave. But as she pulled his arm away, he suddenly tightened his grip.
Amelia glanced sideways, only to find that he had opened his eyes at some point, looking at her with a hint of nervousness. He seemed lost and unsure, but he tightened his hold, pulling her back into his embrace.
"Amelia. Don't go. Stay with me a little longer." His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a hint of pleading.
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