Chapter 137 Quiet as a Dead Ex
Amelia was genuinely feeling terrible.
She had never drunk so much before and didn't know that being drunk felt like this.
When Frederick picked her up and jostled her a bit on the way to the car, she felt everything in her stomach churning.
Frederick had already carried her into the car. Looking at her slightly pale face, he frowned deeply and didn't loosen his grip on her. He spoke in a low voice, "If you want to throw up, just do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amelia indeed threw up.
She hadn't eaten much at the dinner table, so most of what she vomited was alcohol. She vomited so quickly that she dirtied Frederick's suit.
The car was immediately filled with the unpleasant smell of fermented alcohol.
Felix, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a slight change in expression and cautiously glanced at Frederick in the back seat. Everyone knew Frederick had a cleanliness obsession.
However, Frederick didn't let go of Amelia. His thick eyebrows twitched a few times, and he looked uncomfortable.
After vomiting, Amelia felt much better and quietly nestled in Frederick's arms, finding a comfortable position and feeling a bit sleepy.
Looking at Frederick's grim expression, Felix quickly rolled down all the windows to let the fresh air disperse the smell of alcohol.
"Frederick. I'll have the driver send another car over right away."
Frederick glanced at Amelia in his arms, pulled out some tissues from the glove compartment, and wiped her lips, his eyes deep. "No need. Head back to the Madison Building."
Felix didn't dare delay and immediately started the car toward the Madison Building.
When Amelia woke up, she felt a splitting headache. She frowned and opened her eyes, recognizing the familiar decor and feeling momentarily confused. She quickly remembered that this was Frederick's place.
Supporting herself on the bed with one hand, the sheet slipped off her shoulder. She realized she was only wearing a thin lace nightgown.
There were no servants at Frederick's place, so he had clearly helped her change clothes.
She had been drunk last night and only remembered vomiting in the car. She couldn't recall anything after that.
Other than feeling a bit dizzy, Amelia didn't notice anything unusual about her body, so she figured Frederick hadn't done anything to her.
She got out of bed. But as soon as her foot touched the ground, she felt a faint pain and gasped. She looked down and found her ankle was swollen.
Frederick heard the noise and walked in from outside, dressed in casual clothes, a stark contrast to his usual suit and tie.
He stepped into the room and saw Amelia examining her ankle with a curious expression.
Amelia's head was lowered, revealing a patch of fair skin on her chest. Frederick's voice turned slightly hoarse as he saw it. "I've already applied medicine for you."
Amelia looked up at the man standing in front of her. He gazed down at her, his eyes showing a hint of something different.
She paused and then noticed her nightgown had a deep V-neck. She then saw the unusual marks on her body, which was her collarbone was dotted with red marks. Her expression froze.
Frederick's deep eyes showed no trace of guilt for being caught. He stared intently at the marks he had left on her. "This is my reward for taking care of you last night."
She frowned and sighed heavily, getting up to wash up in the bathroom. He had already prepared toiletries for her, neatly arranged on the sink.
Her steps were a bit difficult as she walked over, and he came over to support her waist, guiding her into the bathroom.
His touch made Amelia uncomfortable, and she pushed his hand away, speaking coldly, "Frederick, I won't bother you. I wouldn't want you to ask for another reward."
Frederick's expression remained unchanged. "This time, it's free. No reward needed."
He paused for a while and continued, "But if you want to give a reward, I'll gladly accept."
Amelia laughed, glancing sideways at the man ready to support her at any moment, her eyes mocking.
"Frederick. Do you treat all your exes like this? It seems your condition needs treatment."
Frederick's eyes narrowed slightly.
Amelia glanced at the mirror. Her white neck was covered with kiss marks, showing how much Frederick had taken advantage of her while she was drunk.
She brushed her teeth with a sullen face. Frederick stood aside, watching her.
Soon, Felix brought over some clothes. He knocked on the master bedroom door and hung the shopping bag on the doorknob.
Frederick walked out of the bathroom, took the clothes, and placed them on the bed.
Amelia used a hot towel to freshen up her face, clearing her mind, and fragments of last night's memories surfaced.
After returning to the Madison Building, Frederick had carried her upstairs. She had drunk a lot and sweated, feeling uncomfortable and demanding a bath.
Frederick had adjusted the water temperature in the bathtub and helped her into the bathroom before leaving.
But she had grabbed his arm, asking, "Aren't you going to help me wash?"
Recalling last night's scene, Amelia felt a pang of shame.
Her cheeks flushed slightly. After washing up, she returned to the master bedroom.
He was no longer in the room, and she saw the clothes on the bed, pursing her lips. After changing, she walked out of the bedroom.
Frederick was sitting on the living room sofa, reading a newspaper. Seeing her come out, he folded the newspaper and placed it on the table. "What would you like for breakfast?"
Having misunderstood him earlier, Amelia felt a bit awkward facing him now. "Don't trouble yourself. I'll eat at the Davis Manor."
Frederick glanced at his watch. "At this hour, the Davis Manor has already finished breakfast."
Amelia remained silent. He glanced at her, got up from the sofa, and said coldly, "Didn't you say my condition of entangling with exes needs treatment? Well, then I'll trouble you, my doctor ex, to treat me."
His eyes were serious as he spoke. Amelia felt a bit flustered. There was a knock at the door, and she calmed down, walking over to open it.
Amber stood at the door, holding breakfast and smiling brightly. When the door opened, she raised the breakfast.
"Last night..." Seeing Amelia, she paused, her expression becoming subtle. "Amelia is here too."
Amelia felt uncomfortable. The confusion caused by Frederick's focused gaze earlier had settled.
She regained her composure and looked at Frederick calmly.
"The treatment method is for you to keep your distance from me and not interfere with my life. After all, we're divorced, and you have no right to control me. Just be a quiet ex-husband, as if you were dead."
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