Chapter 335 Be Her Secret Lover
Amelia didn't say anything to Frederick; she just stared at him with those clear, bright eyes that seemed to say he was nothing to her now.
Frederick felt a sharp pain in his chest, mirroring his inner turmoil. He struggled to breathe, meeting her steady gaze. "Amelia," he croaked, "seeing me so down these days, your anger... it should have faded, right?"
"You’ve had your revenge," he continued, his voice strained, "and your anger should have faded too. For the sake of the child, we should at least..."
Amelia cut him off, her voice cool and steady. "Remarry? That's not happening."
She kept looking at him, her expression unchanged. "I didn't have Anna to get back at you. Anna is my child, not a tool for revenge. When you divorced me, I asked you to help the Davis family. You said divorce was fine but refused to help, saying you’d never love me in this lifetime."
"You were so stubborn back then," Amelia took a deep breath and spat out, "How could you forget in just three years?" Her voice had a bitterness that surprised him.
She had always remembered. During her pregnancy with Anna, she had often dreamed of Frederick, whom she had loved for so many years, swearing he would never love her.
That kind of heartache had often tormented her deeply in the middle of the night.
Coupled with the physical discomfort of pregnancy, it made that feeling even more memorable.
Frederick's eyes changed slightly upon hearing this. He opened his mouth but couldn't find any words to refute Amelia.
He had indeed said those words.
At that time, he hadn't understood his feelings for Amelia. He had thought they had just spent too much time together, leading to a hard-to-break attachment. After all, habits could be terrifying.
When he moved out of Spring Villa, he had thought he just wasn't used to living alone in Pearl Building, having been accustomed to Amelia sharing everything with him.
In his youth, he often heard his mother mention that perfect and lovely girl, but now he thought of it, the image in his mind seemed to fit Amelia more.
Amber, in many ways, wasn't as perfect as his mother had described.
That one million dollars completely shattered the image of Amber in his mind. He began to doubt his mother's judgment and gradually dismissed the idea of divorcing Amelia.
He indeed regretted signing the divorce papers.
He had been regretting it for the past three years.
When he saw Amelia pregnant in Fondaniss, he had specifically checked her medical report, which showed no issues.
Amelia hadn't been pregnant when they divorced.
Now, thinking back, Frederick only felt that he had been incredibly foolish.
Amelia had always worked at General Hospital, with Brittany supporting her. Modifying a medical report would be easy.
Frederick's eyes were fixed on Amelia, his face full of regret. He muttered painfully, "I haven't forgotten. But, Amelia, I've always regretted being so cold to you for those three years."
Amelia tensed up a bit. She glanced at Frederick, whose eyes were filled with pain, and stayed silent for a while.
"There’s no cure for regret," she said calmly.
Her humility during those three years couldn't be undone by Frederick's casual regret.
Frederick felt a sharp pain in his heart. His usually calm eyes were now filled with urgency and tension. He pleaded softly, "Amelia, give me a chance. If you want to get back at me, to punish me, I accept it. But please, don’t leave me."
Amelia was moved. She was used to seeing Frederick confident and decisive. Seeing him now, begging her not to leave, really struck her.
She couldn't even face his gaze, quickly looking away to the window, her eyes filled with hesitation and doubt.
She should have no emotional fluctuations. No matter what he did, she should remain indifferent.
But it seemed she couldn't do it.
Amelia took a deep breath and asked softly, "Then how should I get back at you? How should I punish you?"
As she spoke, she turned back to look at Frederick.
Frederick, seeing that Amelia seemed to be seriously considering the question, felt a stir in his heart. He quickly responded, "Any way you want to get back at me or punish me is fine."
Amelia pressed her lips together, quietly staring at him for a long time before softly saying, "Follow me without any status?"
Frederick paused, "I don't quite understand."
Amelia took a light breath and said softly, "Be my secret lover."
Frederick's expression froze for a moment. Then he realized what Amelia meant by "without any status."
He argued, "But we were married before; you were my rightful wife."
Amelia was silent for a few seconds, then said in a very calm tone, "But not many people know we were married. In the eyes of the public, Amelia and Frederick have no relationship."
Frederick's expression showed some panic. "You're not planning to remarry me?"
Amelia gently shook her head. She said calmly, "I don't have any plans to return to a marital state for now. If Mr. Hastings is unwilling to follow me without any status, then I really can't find a way to get back at you or punish you. So, let's not talk about it."
She said, opening the car door to get out.
Someone as proud as Frederick would never agree to be her secret lover.
When Amelia said those words, she already had an answer in her heart.
Seeing her about to get out of the car, Frederick suddenly reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and held her tightly.
He murmured, "I am willing. Amelia, I am willing. As long as you still want me, I am willing even without any status."
As he spoke, his warm breath brushed against the back of her neck.
Amelia's body stiffened slightly, and she asked softly, "Really willing?"
Frederick answered firmly, "Yes, really willing."
Amelia's heart pounded uncontrollably. She quietly stayed in Frederick's arms, her mind filled with thoughts.
She felt a bit insecure and somewhat fearful.
But more than that, she hoped Frederick wouldn't disappoint her.
Frederick held Amelia for a long time, then asked softly, "Should I move to the Davis Manor tomorrow, or...?"
Hearing this, Amelia raised an eyebrow slightly. She teased, "Mr. Hastings, do you have a misunderstanding about 'secret' lover?"
Was a secret lover someone who could openly move into her house?
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