Chapter 128 Fell into His Verbal Trap
Amelia looked at him, feeling somewhat moved by his current appearance. Finally, she lay quietly in his arms, finding a comfortable position.
"Go to sleep quickly."
She mumbled drowsily, her voice tinged with a hint of resentment.
He was a drunken man, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. She didn't want to waste too much effort arguing with him.
When it was almost dawn, she could leave. Frederick should still be asleep.
Looking at Amelia squirming in his arms, Frederick's heart trembled slightly. He hugged her tightly, pulled up the comforter on one side, and covered her.
Amelia was also feeling sleepy. She had intended to stay awake until dawn. But unexpectedly, she fell asleep. Frederick held Amelia tightly and fell asleep as well.
However, his sleep was not peaceful.
With Amelia in his arms, his drunkenness had faded, his mind clear. It felt like countless ants were crawling in his heart, urging him to do something for Amelia.
Since his divorce from Amelia, there had been no other women around him.
Now, with Amelia in his arms, he suddenly realized that it had been three years since he last made love to her.
The restless mood and the faint fragrance on Amelia seemed to stimulate the cells in his body like an aphrodisiac, making his blood boil and rush straight down to his lower abdomen.
Amelia turned over in his arms, faced away from him, and adjusted her sleeping position. Her buttocks pressed against him, causing Frederick to stiffen suddenly.
In that instant, countless wicked thoughts flashed through Frederick's mind.
He looked at Amelia sleeping in his arms, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He could only gently smell her hair, get up, and head to the shower.
The sound of running water made Amelia suddenly open her eyes. She saw that it was getting bright outside and hesitated for a moment.
Frederick had already come out of the bathroom by the time she got up. She hurriedly left, putting on her shoes and leaving directly.
She didn't know when Frederick rose from the bed. The sound of running water emanated from the bathroom.
She abruptly threw back the comforter. After a cursory rearrangement of her clothes, without a hint of hesitation, she strode out of Frederick's bedroom.
Paul had arrived at the Pearl Building early that morning. Upon entering, he noticed Amelia's shoes neatly placed by the doorway, indicating that she had stayed over the night.
Observing the slightly ajar master bedroom door, Paul, with tactful discretion, refrained from intruding upstairs. He intended to prepare breakfast for them before taking his leave.
Unexpectedly, just as he finished preparing breakfast, Amelia hurriedly emerged from Frederick's bedroom. She swiftly put on her shoes and departed.
She left in a hurry, almost as if fleeing.
When Frederick came out of the bathroom, he saw that Amelia, who had been sleeping in bed moments ago, was nowhere to be seen.
He paused for a moment, then walked out of the bedroom. He found Paul standing at the entrance of the dining room, looking toward the front door.
"She's gone?" he inquired.
Paul came back to his senses, looking at Frederick.
Frederick was wrapped in a bathrobe, with water droplets still dripping from his short hair.
"Yes," Paul replied softly, then forced a smile. "Congratulations, Mr. Hastings."
Frederick's expression immediately turned cold.
He hadn't done anything last night. He was feeling particularly uncomfortable.
What was there to congratulate him for?
He turned indifferently and went back to the bedroom.
Looking at Frederick's cold expression, Paul hesitated for a moment, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
What was going on?
Why did Mr. Hastings still seem unsatisfied if Ms. Davis stayed here last night?
Paul didn't understand, and couldn't make sense of it.
Amelia headed straight to the underground garage. But when she reached her car, she froze once again.
She hadn't taken the car keys with her, nor her phone.
She had left in such a hurry, wanting to leave quickly to avoid meeting Frederick again. Therefore, she had forgotten her car keys and phone.
Now, if she went back, Frederick might have already come out of the bathroom.
She paced by the car and took a deep breath. Finally, she decided to go back for her car keys and phone.
She entered the elevator, returned to the door, and raised her hand to knock. But then she thought that Frederick might be in the dressing room.
He cared about his appearance a lot. She had only been gone for less than five minutes. So he was likely in the dressing room.
She would quietly take her phone and car keys, and quickly left, avoiding any encounter with him.
With these thoughts in mind, Amelia quickly entered the passcode, lightened her steps, and walked briskly to Frederick's bedroom.
She had been in a hurry earlier, so she hadn't noticed that Paul had already arrived at the Pearl Building.
At that moment, Paul was in the study, watching Amelia return sneakily. He was puzzled but chose to be invisible, quietly staying in the study without going out to disturb.
Amelia entered Frederick's bedroom and indeed did not see the man.
She walked over and picked up her phone. But after searching around, she couldn't find her car keys.
She knelt to search and finally saw her car keys under the bed. It probably got kicked under during the chaos of last night.
She reached out to grab the car keys but couldn't reach them due to the length of her arm.
When Frederick came out of the dressing room indifferently, he saw the woman who had already left had returned at some point, kneeling by her bed, reaching under it for something.
His previously irritable mood was suddenly relaxed.
He walked over to her and crouched down.
"Do you need help?" His voice was low, with a hint of pleasure in his tone.
Upon hearing his voice, Amelia's body stiffened slightly, maintaining the same posture on the ground.
She felt extremely embarrassed.
Looking at her motionless, Frederick chuckled softly.
"Let me help you." His tone carried a hint of gentleness.
In those few seconds, Amelia had already calmed her emotions, regained her composure, withdrew her hand, and looked at Frederick.
"Thank you." Her voice was polite, with a faint smile, easing the awkwardness.
Frederick bent down, and glanced at the object under the bed, realizing it was her car keys.
He smiled, effortlessly took the car keys out, and handed them to her.
Amelia reached out to take them. "Thank you."
He tightly held the car keys in his hand, not intending to give them to her.
Her outstretched hand remained in front of him.
He looked at her hand, which was slender and fair, thinking about how her hand had massaged his abdomen last night. His heart suddenly raced.
"I'll drive you." His voice became husky.
Amelia hesitated for a moment and immediately refused. "No need. I can go back by myself."
However, Frederick had no intention of giving her the car keys. He took a step closer to her.
"You worked hard last night, It's not safe to drive when you're tired. Let me take you back."
Amelia pursed her lips. "I slept well last night, and I'm in good spirits now. It's not like I'm fatigued or anything."
Frederick leaned in closer, a faint smile playing on his cool lips.
"Slept well? Is it because I was by your side?"
Amelia's eyes flickered slightly at his words and the smile on Frederick's face, feeling like he had fallen into his verbal trap.
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