Chapter 31 Is It Good-Looking?
Daniel was not content to sit on the sidelines like an accessory. During the meal, he initiated conversations that also caught Vincent's attention.
Once the three men started discussing business, they became enthusiastic.
Rachel, being from the business world, chimed in occasionally. Amelia, an outsider to the circle, was naturally bored.
She ate quietly, listening to them talk numbers that seemed astronomical, and she began to feel sleepy.
Frederick glanced over and caught Amelia stifling a yawn.
After a while, he found an excuse to take her leave.
Vincent and Rachel walked Amelia out.
Daniel stood behind them.
Felix saw Frederick and Amelia come out together and hurriedly opened the rear door of the car.
Frederick helped Amelia into the car first, then turned to talk to Vincent for a few moments before bending down into the vehicle and instructing the driver to leave.
As the car slowly left the Davis Manor, Amelia couldn't help but yawn again.
Instinctively, she shifted to the left when Frederick got in, maintaining a certain distance between them.
He observed her natural reaction, his expression faint with thought.
Upon arriving at Spring Villa, Felix parked the car, and Amelia opened the door and got out immediately.
She yawned again and looked at Frederick, feigning nonchalance, "If you're worried about Ms. Roberts, you can go to the hospital. I'll explain to Grandma."
He sat in the car, the light from outside streaming through the windows, casting his striking features into a play of light and shadow.
Amelia didn't wait for his response. She closed the car door and turned to walk back into the house.
Felix, who was just unbuckling his seat belt to open the door for them, suddenly didn't know what to do. He had clearly seen Frederick, who was sitting in the back seat, shifting as if to get out. But Amelia's words had made him stop in his tracks.
Frederick's eyes were dark and deep, mixed with a hint of chill. After a few seconds, his low and cool voice rang out.
"Drive back to the Pearl Building."
Felix didn't dare delay. He buckled up again, started the car, and departed from Spring Villa.
Amelia was on a rare day off, so she woke up late in the morning. By the time she came downstairs, Mary had already prepared breakfast. After Frederick had left last night, he hadn't returned. Amelia sat at the dining table to eat her breakfast.
Mary stayed close by, carefully observing Amelia. Seeing her seemingly indifferent demeanor, Mary let out a gentle sigh.
After lunch, a sudden emergency had Mary leaving the house. Amelia was left alone in Spring Villa. She sat on the living room sofa, reading a book. But after a while, she began to feel drowsy.
When Frederick returned, he paused for a moment at the sight of Amelia sleeping on the couch. Amelia was wearing a red nightgown. Her bare ankles drooped to the floor, and her alluring back was enticingly visible. The breeze from outside caused the curtains to flutter, painting a serene and beautiful scene.
Frederick's heart throbbed at the sight, his breathing momentarily catching. He couldn't bear to disturb this perfect moment.
The woman's long, thick eyelashes quivered slightly.
Immediately, Frederick averted his gaze and went upstairs.
Amelia didn't wake up but shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position. Downstairs remained quiet, and outside, the sky gradually darkened.
Frederick frowned, then walked back downstairs.
Amelia was still asleep.
He frowned again, standing before the couch.
Now that the evening had cooled, she was only wearing a thin nightgown and might catch a cold.
"Amelia, go back to your bedroom to sleep," he spoke.
Amelia slowly opened her eyes, groggy from sleep. Seeing Frederick, she murmured in a slightly coquettish tone, "Honey."
Ever since Frederick had handed her the divorce papers, Amelia had never called him that.
Frederick's expression was subtle as he looked at her.
Amelia paused, her consciousness gradually clearing.
"You're back?" she asked.
Her voice was very calm, back to her usual composure.
Frederick withdrew the hand he hadn't yet extended, his gaze landing on Amelia's legs.
Amelia paused, following his line of sight, and realized her skirt had ridden up to her thighs. Her cheeks flushed, and she promptly tugged at the hem of her skirt.
Frederick shifted his gaze away as well.
"Where's Mary?" he asked.
"She took the day off today," Amelia replied.
She glanced at the time and was surprised to find she had slept for over four hours. Since she hadn't eaten much at lunch, she felt a bit hungry now.
Frederick looked down at her. "Didn't you eat lunch?"
She replied softly, "I did, but not much."
He glanced at Amelia, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?"
His voice was unusually gentle.
Amelia paused, hesitated for a few seconds, but then said, "Pasta, maybe?"
"Do you know how to make it?"
After three years of marriage, Amelia still wasn't aware that Frederick could cook.
During the time she was away, Frederick had been working late, so they had effectively kept out of each other's way.
A few minutes later, Frederick had prepared two servings of pasta. He even made Amelia a fried egg. She didn't say anything, but she couldn't suppress the fluttering in her heart. With her head down, she ate the pasta.
After they finished eating, Amelia stood up to wash the dishes. Frederick, however, caught her by the wrist. "Leave them. I'll wash up. You go rest."
Amelia was taken aback. Frederick stood up, took the plates, and went to clean them in the kitchen.
She stood quietly, watching his back for a few seconds before heading upstairs. She had work tomorrow, so after washing up, she lay down in bed.
Frederick didn't come upstairs until she had fallen asleep. Drifting in and out of sleep, she felt someone lie down beside her.
The next morning, Amelia opened her eyes and immediately looked beside her, but the space was empty. Frederick was not there. She pushed aside her disappointment, got out of bed, and, after freshening up, went downstairs.
Hearing noises from the kitchen, she knew Mary had returned. As she walked down, about to speak with Mary, she noticed Frederick sitting on the couch. He was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and reading a book in the other.
Amelia took a closer look and realized that it was one of her medical books.
Noticing her descent, he looked up at her and quickly averted his gaze again, closing the book and placing it on the table.
"You're awake?" he asked.
Amelia nodded gently.
Just then, Mary finished preparing breakfast and came out to call them to the table.
"Mr. Hastings, Mrs. Hastings, breakfast is ready."
Frederick nodded slightly and stood up from the couch, walking into the dining room.
Amelia wasn't sure if it was her imagination. After all, she had the impression that lately, Frederick had been particularly gentle with her.
It was as if they'd returned to the way things were before Amber had left the country.
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