Chapter 56 Have You Got the Divorce Papers?
In the evening, Frederick and Vincent were downstairs engrossed in a conversation mostly about business. Amelia could not understand their discussion and retired to her room early.
After Vincent retired for the night, Frederick went upstairs.
Amelia had already prepped for bed and was already lying down when Frederick entered. She let out a small cough, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"You can sleep on the couch," she suggested.
They had already signed the divorce agreement, and Amelia found it impossible to persuade herself to continue sharing a bed with him.
Frederick didn't respond to her suggestion and proceeded into the bathroom.
Amelia assumed he had acquiesced.
Somehow, despite being married for three years and having spent many nights together, even engaging in their most intimate acts, she now felt only embarrassment and bewilderment.
Sighing silently to herself, she decided to pull up the covers and go to sleep.
The sound of running water from the bathroom ceased, and her heartbeat seemed to quicken with the sound of the bathroom door opening.
After a while, she felt the mattress dip and, upon opening her eyes and turning to her side, saw Frederick lying naturally on the bed.
"Did I wake you?" he asked casually, having no intention to sleep on the sofa.
Amelia's expression stiffened.
"Mr. Hastings, we are divorced," she stated.
Frederick furrowed his brow.
"Have our divorce proceedings been finalized?" he asked.
Amelia was speechless.
"We've already signed the agreement," Frederick replied in a cool tone. "The agreement is only legally binding once all the procedures are completed. Amelia, I can change my mind at any time."
If he changed his mind, the agreement would be void.
Amelia looked at Frederick's calm demeanor and took a deep breath.
"Frederick, don't tell me you don't want to get a divorce," she couldn't help but ask.
Frederick didn't respond to her directly.
"I just don't want to sleep on the couch," he said.
"So, you're suggesting I should sleep on the couch?" Amelia asked.
Without another word, Frederick pulled Amelia into his embrace.
"Amelia, our divorce isn't finalized yet. We're still married. It's perfectly right for us to share a bed," Frederick stated.
Amelia hesitated, wanting to argue, but before she could speak, Frederick, sounding tired, said, "Don't worry, I won't touch you. Just sleep."
With that, he closed his eyes.
Amelia was held tightly in his arms, uncomfortable, and as she shifted slightly, his arm tightened immediately.
"Don't move," his voice was hoarse, and he patted Amelia's behind, seeming to punish her.
Amelia frowned instantly.
After smacking her, Frederick didn't make any other moves.
The faint scent of body wash wafted from him, calming Amelia. It was the scent she frequently used.
Observing his sleeping face, she felt a whirlwind of emotions.
Soon, she fell asleep and surprisingly slept well.
The next morning, Amelia woke up first.
She moved, and Frederick also stirred awake.
As she withdrew from his arms, he pulled her back in.
"I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Stay with me a little longer," he said, his voice tired yet with a hint of whining.
Amelia hesitated, then removed his arm.
"Mr. Hastings, that's enough. There's no one else here, so why keep up the act?" she said seriously, getting up and heading to the bathroom, leaving Frederick in bed slowly awake.
After freshening up, Amelia went downstairs.
Frederick followed a few minutes later.
Vincent had prepared breakfast and was exercising in the yard. Seeing Amelia and Frederick come down, he returned to the house.
"You're up?" he said with a smile.
Amelia nodded.
Vincent's smile widened.
Amelia, since getting married, rarely had the opportunity to stay at the Davis Manor.
"Then hurry up, eat your breakfast, and go to school," Vincent said. As he mentioned the word "school," Amelia hesitated for a moment.
Frederick also turned his gaze toward Vincent. "Vincent, what did you just say to Amelia?"
Vincent walked toward the dining room, and upon hearing Frederick's question, he said with a smile, "I told you guys to hurry up with breakfast so you can quickly get to the office."
Only then did Amelia relax a bit. Perhaps Vincent had misspoken, which was why he had said "school."
Vincent had been battling depression, and if he were to also develop Alzheimer's, the situation could indeed get much worse.
After breakfast, Frederick and Amelia left the house together.
Frederick opened the passenger door of the car in front of Vincent.
Vincent watched them with a beaming smile.
Amelia hesitated, then got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.
After she was seated, she waved at Vincent. "Dad, we're off to work now."
Frederick followed with, "Vincent, we're heading out. You should go back inside."
Vincent nodded, "Have a good day at work."
As Frederick drove away, Vincent stood in the yard, watching Frederick's car vanish from his sight.
Susan stood to one side and softly said, "Mr. Davis, let's go inside."
Vincent gave a slight nod, "Okay."
Frederick dropped Amelia off at General Hospital.
As Amelia got out at the hospital entrance, she thought about Frederick's respect for Vincent and felt a sense of gratitude. She turned to speak to him, but he had already started driving away.
Amelia paused, thrown off.
Frederick had assumed that Amelia, as usual, would enter the hospital directly after getting out of the car. Seeing her hesitate, he immediately hit the brakes.
The car behind did not react in time and crashed into his vehicle.
The driver of the car behind was furious, yet it was their fault for rear-ending, so they were fully responsible. Moreover, Frederick's car was a high-end luxury vehicle.
Startled by the sudden accident, Amelia quickly walked over to Frederick's car.
Frederick got out of the car and immediately checked on Amelia. "Did you have something you wanted to say to me?"
Amelia froze, not expecting Frederick to break so abruptly because he sensed she wanted to speak.
She felt a mix of emotions as she looked at him several times, at a loss for how to begin the conversation.
"Why don't you take care of the car accident?"
The driver behind Frederick greatly regretted not keeping a safe distance from Frederick's luxury car when he saw it.
Frederick glanced at the driver behind him and said softly, "You can go."
The driver thought he had misheard.
"Are you letting me go?"
Frederick nodded and said, "Yeah."
Relieved, the driver quickly got into his car and left, fearing Frederick might change his mind.
After the other driver had left, Frederick turned to Amelia, "What did you want to say?"
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