Chapter 28 What Are You Still Expecting
Amelia glanced at him and nodded. "When Grandma is feeling a bit better, I'll talk to her," she said. After all, it wasn't practical to stay there for an extended period. Today, even the trash can has been scrutinized. If Amelia stayed for a month and her menstrual cycle did not come, Brittany would surely take notice.
With no emotion on his face, Frederick simply responded, stepped out of the car, and walked towards the house.
He felt inexplicably irritated, striding quickly as he walked.
Amelia watched his retreating figure, quietly took a breath, got out of the car, and walked towards the house at an even pace.
Tom had just seen Frederick arrive and was about to greet him, only to see Frederick march past with a stern face filled with exasperation.
Seeing Amelia coming from behind, Tom asked with concern, "Mrs. Hastings, Mr. Hastings seems upset. Did you two have a fight?"
Amelia offered a slight smile, gracious and gentle. "Don't worry. Frederick is just in a bit of a mood."
Relieved by Amelia's calm demeanor, Tom felt reassured. "Well, that's good."
She advised Tom to get some rest and then made her way upstairs.
As she reached the bedroom door, she heard Frederick's voice rise from within the room.
"I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow."
Amelia paused, standing at the entrance.
Ending his call, Frederick glanced over and saw Amelia at the door. His look was inscrutable, revealing no emotion. After a brief glance, he went straight into the bathroom.
Amelia entered the room, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom.
His cell phone lay on the bed; a new message popped up. Despite the temptation, Amelia couldn't read the message due to the locked screen.
Nevertheless, thoughts of Amber involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Taking a deep breath, she commanded herself not to speculate about the sender or content of the message.
Within minutes, Frederick emerged from the bathroom.
Amelia, her head lowered, entered after him, her thoughts in disarray. Just as she stepped in, her foot slipped, and she nearly fell.
Instinctively, she grasped the nearby vanity for support.
Shampoo bottles and other items toppled to the floor.
Amelia panicked. Thankfully, she didn't fall outright, which could have very well led to a miscarriage.
After calming down, she sat on the floor, her face pale from fright.
Hearing the commotion, Frederick quickly turned back to the bathroom and saw her sitting on the floor. He hurried over to her side.
"Are you okay?"
He reached out to help her up, his face etched with concern.
Amelia, pale-faced, paused when she saw Frederick, suddenly feeling a wave of vulnerability and on the verge of tears.
They had nearly lost their child.
Seeing the redness in her eyes, a flicker of panic crossed Frederick's face.
"Where did you hurt yourself?"
Amelia bit her lip hard, struggling to keep back the tears, shaking her head with a choked voice. "I'm fine.
"You can go out now."
Frederick frowned, noticing Amelia had already made her way toward the bathtub. His gaze slightly narrowed before he ultimately stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Amelia adjusted the water temperature and began filling the tub. A few droplets splashed onto the calm surface, creating gentle ripples.
She quickly wiped away her tears and then got into the tub.
After bathing, Amelia changed into her nightgown.
She had chosen a lacey slip dress for the night, one that was rather short, covering just her hips.
Amelia took a deep breath and cautiously opened the bathroom door. Her cheeks were a touch red as she looked around the bedroom and noticed Frederick's absence.
Amelia paused. The balcony door was left ajar, and a breeze swept in, sending a chill through her body and a cool shiver through her heart.
She quietly lay back down on the bed, unable to hide the look of loss in her eyes.
Perhaps Frederick had left after seeing a certain message.
That message was probably sent by Amber.
Later, when Frederick returned, he found Amelia already lying down in bed, with only a small lamp lit.
He closed the balcony door.
Under the warm glow of the lamp, Amelia's breathing was shallow. Her delicate features looked even softer at this moment, and her eyelashes seemed moist with unwiped tears.
Frederick felt a complex mix of emotions intertwining within him.
His deep eyes grew somber, and the hand he had stretched out quickly withdrew.
Amelia was a light sleeper. When Frederick lay down, she sensed his presence.
She half-opened her eyes and turned over, looking at Frederick in a groggy state.
"You're back?" she murmured. Driven by early pregnancy fatigue, she didn't wait for his response before drifting off into a light sleep again.
Frederick was about to reply when he saw she had fallen asleep once more, apparently not caring whether he'd answer or not, which irritated him. Gazing at her peaceful face, a sense of nameless irritation rose within him.
The next morning, Amelia awoke in Frederick's arms.
Her head rested on his arm. Smelling the light scent of his body wash—not the perfumed aroma she had noticed before—comforted her greatly. She opened her eyes slightly, then snuggled into a more comfortable position in his embrace to doze a bit longer.
Frederick had been awake for a while and would have already left for the office if he wasn't worried that moving his arm might wake her.
He watched her cling to him like a lazy kitten with a smile. For some reason, he felt immensely pleased.
He rested his hand on her waist.
The material of the lace slip dress was high quality and felt pleasant to the touch, as smooth and delicate as her skin.
Their cozy moment was disrupted by the vibration of a phone.
The woman in his arms jolted awake, and Frederick, too, couldn't help but knit his brows in displeasure.
Amelia lifted her head from his arm. It was then that Frederick reached for his cell phone. Seeing that the call was from Felix, he became somewhat stern, glancing at his watch.
"Delay the meeting. I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Frederick got out of bed, put on his suit, and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up.
Amelia continued to lie in bed. If it weren't for her need to visit the hospital, she truly would not want to get up at all.
This was a display of the drowsiness associated with early pregnancy.
She threw off the covers and got up, rubbing her slightly swollen lower back.
Frederick had finished in the bathroom and came out. Seeing that she hadn't changed clothes, he said without expression, "I'll wait for you downstairs."
Amelia had heard Frederick mention postponing the meeting and guessed there must be an early meeting at his company.
"You go ahead to the office. The driver can take me later."
Frederick frowned, "I don't want to be complained at by Grandma."
Amelia pursed her lips. "I'll go explain to Grandma, you..."
His irritation grew, and without giving her a chance to finish, he cut her off. "Move faster, I'll wait."
With that, he strode out of the bedroom.
Amelia, resigned, could only get up and hasten her pace.
Lately, Frederick seemed particularly keen on taking her to work.
Amelia thought, "It's probably because Amber is staying at our hospital."
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