Chapter 199 You Were Not the Only Man in the World
Nicole also sensed that something was wrong and suddenly got up from the sofa.
She shouted, "What are you doing?"
As soon as she spoke, she saw that Frederick was holding Amelia, and she smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Hastings, you're here. I was about to call you to come and take Amelia back."
Todd saw Frederick and quickly walked over. "Hello, Mr. Hastings."
He glanced at Amelia, who seemed a bit intoxicated, in Frederick's arms and quickly said, "Amelia only had two bottles of beer. Nicole was watching over her and didn't let her drink too much."
"She can't handle her drink." Frederick's face was stern as he looked at the struggling woman in his arms.
Todd smiled awkwardly and said, "It seems like Amelia is not feeling well. Mr. Hastings, you should take her back."
Frederick nodded and carried Amelia toward the bar exit.
When Jesse saw that, he instinctively moved to the other side.
As Frederick entered the bar, Scott saw him from upstairs.
Scott came down and coincidentally bumped into Frederick at the entrance.
Scott asked, "Are you leaving already? You should stay a little longer!" As he spoke, he glanced at Amelia in Frederick's arms.
"No," Frederick replied coldly and walked away.
Scott stood in place, watching Frederick's retreating figure with a hint of disappointment in his expression.
Amelia, who had been struggling, was finally placed in the car by Frederick.
During the struggle, a button on Amelia's shirt popped open, revealing her fair skin.
Frederick looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He endured the sight and reached out to button up her shirt.
After Amelia was placed in the back seat, alcohol completely overwhelmed her will.
Frederick's presence gave her an inexplicable sense of security. When she realized that he was about to leave, she immediately grabbed his arm. "Don't go, stay with me."
Her voice was soft, and when Frederick heard it, his body stiffened slightly.
He looked at her flushed cheeks, took a deep breath, and sat in the back seat.
Amelia held onto his arm tightly, not letting him leave or drive.
Frederick sat there stiffly for a long time.
Paul called Frederick after Amber was taken to the hospital by an ambulance.
Frederick asked him to come and drive them back.
After arriving at the bar, Paul entered the driver's seat. He glanced carefully in the rearview mirror and saw that Amelia was already leaning on Frederick's shoulder, fast asleep.
Meanwhile, Frederick was staring at the sleeping Amelia, lost in his thoughts.
To avoid disturbing Amelia, Paul softly asked, "Mr. Hastings, are we going back to the Pearl Building?"
Frederick replied, "Yes."
Amelia found Frederick's shoulder uncomfortable as she leaned on it.
She shifted a bit and ended up lying on Frederick's lap.
She adjusted her position comfortably, facing Frederick.
Frederick hesitated for a moment as he held her hand, looking down at Amelia's peaceful breathing, his expression slightly tense.
Amelia's warm breath was aimed right at the zipper of his trousers, making him feel an unexpected heat.
His eyes deepened, and he felt inexplicably a bit hot.
He took a deep breath and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, adjusted his tie, and tried to suppress a certain reaction in his body.
After Paul parked the car in the garage at the Pearl Building, he got out and opened the door for Frederick.
Frederick carried Amelia out of the car.
Paul immediately looked away, trying not to look at Amelia, who was now in Frederick's arms and had a delicate expression on her face.
After Frederick got out of the car, Paul closed the door and stood in place, watching Frederick's back as he entered the elevator. He respectfully said, "Good night, Mr. Hastings. Have a pleasant evening."
Frederick did not respond.
He carried Amelia into the bedroom, laid her on his master bed, and tucked her in with the comforter.
"Sorry, Jesse," Amelia murmured as she turned over in bed.
When Frederick heard that, his eyes suddenly turned sullen.
He stood by the bed, looking down at the woman lying there, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
"What did you just say?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
If she dared to mention another man's name, he would strangle her.
Amelia whispered again, "Jesse, how can I make it up to you?"
Frederick narrowed his eyes, leaned down, grabbed Amelia's face, and forced her to look at him.
He snapped, "Amelia, are you thinking about other men while you're in my bed? I'll take you to Jesse right now!"
Amelia was now completely intoxicated, but she felt a sharp pain in her jaw. She reluctantly opened her eyes.
As she opened her eyes, she was met with Frederick's deep and bloodthirsty gaze.
She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand, and touched Frederick's flawless face.
"Why are you here?" she asked in confusion.
She had completely forgotten that Frederick had brought her from the bar to the Pearl Building.
He should be with Amber.
She was probably drunk and hallucinating.
During her time in Fondaniss, Frederick would often appear in her dreams.
Her eyes were tender and misty as she gently caressed his cheek.
Frederick had always hoped that Amelia would treat him this way, but at this moment, he felt no joy.
Amelia had probably mistaken him for Jesse.
His eyes turned cold, and he tightened his grip on her jaw, asking, "Do you see who I am now?"
Amelia nodded. "I see."
Frederick asked, "Who am I?"
Amelia felt that Frederick, who was in her dreams tonight, seemed unusually talkative.
He hadn't been this chatty before. He usually got straight to the point.
Perhaps it was the alcohol had excited her body, stirring up some thoughts in her mind.
Amelia reached out and wrapped her arms around Frederick's neck, bringing her face closer to his, wanting to touch his cool lips.
Frederick turned his face away and pushed her head back onto the bed.
"Who am I?" he asked again.
Amelia didn't kiss him, and the feeling of loneliness in her heart was gradually magnified.
She felt a bit angry, turned her head, and said, "If you won't make love to me, get out of my dreams."
She didn't seem to feel relieved after saying that and kicked Frederick a few times with her foot.
But her body was soft and weak now, and her kicks felt like tickles to Frederick.
Frederick easily grabbed her bare foot and moved closer. "Amelia, who am I?"
Although his body had already responded to her charm, he stubbornly kept asking Amelia the same question over and over again.
"Answer me, and I'll give it to you, okay?" He lowered his tone, his voice gentle and persuasive.
Amelia was now in a bad mood, but she hummed softly and muttered, "If you won't give it to me, forget it. I can get other men too. You're not the only man in the world."
Frederick was stung by her words. His eyes flickered. He felt completely at a loss with her.
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