Chapter 355 They Missed So Many Years
Frederick frowned as he opened the car door and got out, quickly walking to the entrance of the Davis Manor.
The security personnel saw it was Frederick and didn't stop him, opening the door to let him in.
Amelia had left her phone upstairs, so it took her a bit of time to come down. By the time she came downstairs, Rachel had already driven away from the Davis Manor.
She walked over to Anna, hugged Anna, and then greeted Vincent before heading out the door.
As she was changing her shoes in the foyer, Frederick hurried to the door.
Amelia had just put on her shoes and paused when she saw him with an anxious expression.
"What happened?" She looked puzzled and glanced behind Frederick.
Seeing her expression without a trace of coldness or displeasure, Frederick let out a deep breath and pulled her into his arms. He softly explained to her, "Sorry, I didn't explain right away what happened at the bar last night. I just didn't want you to worry, so I didn't tell you. I fought with Sebastian because of you, not for anyone else."
Amelia listened quietly to Frederick's explanation, her eyes showing a bit of confusion. She asked, "Why would you fight because of me?"
She didn't interact with Sebastian much, and after Sebastian and Rachel broke up, she had even fewer chances to see him.
Frederick briefly replied, "It's nothing. He just drank too much fake alcohol and started talking nonsense."
Hearing this, Amelia understood. Sebastian probably said something bad about her, which angered Frederick.
She hadn't expected that Sebastian, who always seemed so obedient in front of Rachel, had this side to him. She had genuinely hoped that Sebastian and Rachel could be together.
Recently, Rachel must have provoked him too much, so he started lashing out indiscriminately.
Vincent heard Frederick's voice and came out of the dining room. He stood at the dining room door, looking at Frederick and asking. "Frederick, have you had breakfast?"
Seeing Frederick holding Amelia with a doting expression, Vincent couldn't help but smile kindly.
Amelia blushed when she heard Vincent's voice and immediately pushed Frederick away.
Frederick sensibly let go and replied. "Mr. Davis, I've already eaten. I came to pick up Amelia for work."
Vincent smiled kindly, "That's thoughtful of you. Be safe on the road."
Frederick nodded and looked around for Anna.
Anna heard Frederick's voice and ran out of the dining room, standing obediently next to Vincent.
"Mommy, Uncle Frederick, goodbye." She waved her little hand at them.
Frederick smiled and walked over, bending down to pick up Anna.
As Frederick lifted Anna into his arms, he felt a sharp pain from the injury on his palm, causing him to frown slightly.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, carefully maintaining a neutral expression while holding Anna close.
Anna mischievously shook her head before nodding, a playful smile lighting up her face.
Amelia quietly watched the two interact. Despite Frederick's efforts to hide his pain, she noticed his subtle expression change.
After a moment, Frederick held Anna for a while longer before Vincent chimed in, reminding them that Anna hadn't finished her breakfast yet. Reluctantly, he set Anna back in her high chair and gently ruffled her hair.
"Your mom and I have to head to work now," he said with a warm smile. "You be a good girl and listen to your grandpa while we're gone, okay?"
Anna nodded seriously and waved her little hand at Frederick. "Uncle Frederick, bye-bye."
"Bye-bye." Frederick waved back and walked out of the dining room.
Amelia waited at the living room door, and after Frederick came out, they left together. Once in the car, Amelia glanced at Frederick's hastily bandaged hand.
"Did you win the fight?" She suddenly asked, and Frederick didn't understand.
He turned to Amelia, "What?"
Amelia repeated. "I asked if you won the fight."
Frederick raised an eyebrow, "Of course I won. If I had lost, how could I still be your husband?"
Amelia coldly smiled at his words. "If you won, then what's wrong with your hand?"
Seeing Amelia's serious gaze on his injured right hand, Frederick felt a bit guilty. He muttered, "My left hand isn't strong, so I didn't notice my right hand was still recovering."
Amelia frowned at his words, "Let me see."
At the sound of her voice, Frederick turned, gripping the steering wheel with his left hand and extending his palm toward Amelia.
With a serious expression, Amelia gently peeled back the bandage.
Her movements were delicate, but when she saw the dried blood on Frederick's palm sticking to the gauze, she carefully rewrapped it.
Worry crossed her mind; she was concerned she might accidentally hurt him if she didn't control her strength properly. She uttered in a serious voice. "I'll treat it at the office."
Frederick nodded in agreement. "Okay."
Amelia sighed, "I'll forgive you this time, but no next time!"
Frederick quickly replied, "There definitely won't be a next time."
Amelia glanced at him, her mood slightly lifted after a night of frustration.
At her office, Amelia re-treated Frederick's wound. Fortunately, it had healed well before, and although it was torn again, it wasn't too serious.
After re-bandaging his wound, Amelia noticed a stain on Frederick's suit jacket.
Frederick saw her gaze and looked down. He chuckled gently, "It might have happened when I was holding Anna."
Amelia nodded lightly, remembering Anna had greasy hands during breakfast. She asked curiously, "Is your germophobia cured?"
She remembered that when she first returned to the country, Frederick's germophobia was quite severe.
Frederick quietly looked at the small grease stain on his jacket and didn't directly answer Amelia's question. Instead, he said, "Don't you think it looks like a little heart?"
Amelia was silent. She looked away from the stain and said softly, "When Anna was a few months old, I should have let you take care of her."
Frederick was puzzled.
Amelia continued, "You'd probably think even a child's poop smells good."
Frederick's expression became very subtle.
Seeing his thoughtful expression and tightly furrowed brows, Amelia smiled. She turned on her computer, prescribed two boxes of antibiotics for him, and changed the subject. "Go to the pharmacy downstairs to get the medicine, and remember to take it as directed," she instructed while entering the prescription on the computer. Not hearing a response, Amelia looked up at him.
As soon as she looked up, Frederick leaned in, and Amelia immediately understood what he wanted to do, blocking him with her hand. She said, "I'm working, don't mess around."
Frederick didn't get to kiss her, but his eyes were still piercing as he stared at her. He whispered, "Amelia, you look so beautiful when you work."
Amelia nonchalantly nodded and replied, "I know."
Frederick couldn't help but chuckle at her response, silently cursing himself for being blind and missing out on so many years with Amelia.
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