Chapter 153 Want to Revisit It?
Paul, after receiving Vincent's response, entered the Pearl Building with peace of mind.
Frederick was in the study looking at today's documents.
Paul glanced at the oatmeal sent over by Starlight Diner just now, walked over in an orderly manner, and tidied them up.
"Mr. Hastings," Paul spoke softly.
Frederick, however, didn't even look up and said coldly, "You can go back."
Paul nodded and respectfully left.
Amelia parked the car by the roadside and got out with the nutritious oatmeal prepared by Vincent.
Paul's car just drove out of the Pearl Building.
Paul wanted to greet Amelia when he saw her, but he was worried that she might not want to personally deliver the oatmeal. So he gave up the greeting and accelerated away.
Seeing Paul leave, Amelia raised her eyebrows lightly, glanced at the oatmeal in her hand, and felt it was particularly hot.
She walked to the security booth.
The security guard was on the phone while Amelia waited quietly on the side.
"Alright, I understand." The security guard politely replied to the person on the phone and then hung up. He glanced at Amelia and opened the door for her directly.
"Ms. Davis."
The security guard's expression was very polite.
Amelia smiled lightly and said softly, "This is the oatmeal my father prepared for Frederick. I had to make a sudden trip to the hospital so that I couldn't deliver it myself. Could you please pass it on for me?"
As Amelia spoke, she was about to place the oatmeal on the table.
The security guard almost immediately intervened.
"Sorry, Ms. Davis, it's working hours now, and I can't leave my post. My previous colleague was fired for leaving the post, so please don't put me in a difficult position."
Seeing his fearful expression, Amelia spoke softly,
"I'm sorry, I didn't know your work regulations. I'll take it up myself."
The security guard nodded and said respectfully and politely, "Have a good day."
Amelia smiled faintly in response and walked into the Pearl Building.
As soon as she entered the elevator, Paul's call came in.
Amelia glanced at Paul's call and answered,
"Paul, what's wrong?"
Paul paused for a few seconds and then whispered, "Ms. Davis, when you arrive upstairs, enter the house with the password. Mr. Hastings is in the office so that you can leave the oatmeal there."
Frederick was not in a good mood.
Paul felt guilty for deceiving Amelia and was afraid of a confrontation between Amelia and Frederick, so he could only ask Amelia to leave the oatmeal.
Amelia softly responded, "Okay."
Amelia knew Frederick's work attitude. When they were not divorced, if Frederick was working at Spring Villa, he would not allow anyone to disturb him.
He liked quiet, so there weren't even any servants at Pearl Building.
Initially, only Mary was assigned as a servant at Spring Villa.
Paul expressed his gratitude and ended the call.
Amelia arrived at Frederick's residential floor.
She entered the password at the door, saw the door open, and felt unexpectedly nervous.
She took a deep breath, carried the oatmeal, and stepped into the house.
It was her third time here, so she was not unfamiliar with the decoration and furnishings, but she was not familiar with either.
She didn't even know which room was the study.
Amelia placed the oatmeal on the coffee table in the living room. As she was about to leave, she saw Frederick, who had just finished washing up, coming out of the room.
He was drying his black short hair with a towel.
Frederick was only wrapped in a white bath towel that reached his waist.
His well-defined muscles were exposed in the air, and his attractive body curves extended downward.
Such a physique would make anyone take a second look.
So Amelia couldn't help but glance a few more times.
After all, Frederick had once belonged to her briefly.
Perhaps due to the rapid secretion of hormones in Amelia's heart, she couldn't help but steal a few more glances.
When Frederick saw Amelia standing in the living room, his deep blue eyes flickered slightly but quickly returned to calm.
Amelia swallowed nervously and said softly, "This is the oatmeal Vincent asked me to bring you. He specially prepared it for you, so remember to drink it while it's hot."
After speaking, Amelia tried to leave, but Frederick stood directly in front of her.
Amelia looked at the solid and attractive muscles in front of her, her heart beating.
She was a normal woman, so it was normal to appreciate a man with a good physique.
Moreover, this man with an excellent physique was Frederick.
Frederick glanced at Amelia in front of him, who didn't meet his gaze, and his eyes slightly turned sullen.
Her gaze moved down from his body, and Frederick couldn't help but sneer.
"What, Dylan and Daniel don't have such a physique?"
Amelia shook her head gently. She had never seen Dylan and Daniel's physique, so she didn't know if they had such a good physique.
As Frederick saw her shake her head, his eyes turned cold, and his handsome face looked very indifferent.
Realizing she had been staring at Frederick for too long, Amelia was caught off guard. She slowly averted her gaze and said, "Drink the oatmeal while it's hot."
She was about to leave, but Frederick grabbed her wrist and pulled her suddenly.
Amelia, unprepared for his sudden force, fell onto the sofa.
Before she could recover from the sudden weightlessness, Frederick's kiss came suddenly, which gave her no chance to react.
His kiss was domineering and aggressive, as if he wanted to tear her body apart.
When Amelia came to her senses, she felt like she was suffocating.
She stared blankly at Frederick in front of her, her heart beating rapidly.
After a while, Frederick let her go.
He propped himself up on the sofa, looked down at her, and asked,
"Do Dylan and Daniel kiss as well as I do?"
His deep blue eyes carried arrogance and a hint of mockery, his face full of malice.
After a pause, Amelia, with a blank expression, did not answer.
Frederick sneered.
"It seems they're not as good as me."
Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Amelia said calmly, "It seems you are only skilled in one thing, which is your technique in bed."
Frederick coldly smiled. His straight nose almost touched Amelia's delicate one.
"It seems you don't understand men very well."
As Frederick spoke, he reached out and slipped his hand under Amelia, embracing her and pulling her close to his body.
"Amelia, it's been three years since I was intimate with you. Do you want to do it with me again?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
