Chapter 60 Not Her Type
"I forgot about Ms. Davis's privileged background."
His expression was a touch awkward as he pocketed his car keys.
Amelia's demeanor was composed as she shifted her gaze away from him, calmly stating, "You seem to know quite a lot."
John paused, looking at Amelia with a touch of guilt.
Seeing Amelia so calm, he let out a silent sigh of relief.
"It just came up in conversation with other classmates, so I heard about it."
As he was speaking, the elevator arrived.
Amelia stepped inside, and John followed.
He glanced at the designer bag in Amelia's hand and said softly, "Ms. Davis, let me carry your bag for you."
Amelia gave his outstretched hand a look and declined.
"No need."
Her voice was steady, eyes filled with resistance.
John, sensing the pressure from her stare, swallowed hard and kept silent, not daring to make any further moves.
The elevator reached the ground floor, and Amelia stepped out.
John followed.
Just yesterday, Amelia had been rather warm towards him, and even this morning, she was nice, but by afternoon, her demeanor had abruptly changed.
But John didn't give up.
Frederick's car was parked outside the hospital. She spotted it, walked over directly, opened the passenger door, and got in.
John saw the high-end luxury car come to pick up Amelia, and his expression stiffened considerably.
Frederick saw Amelia take the initiative to jump into the passenger seat this time, then glanced at the intern standing at the hospital entrance, his eyes slightly darkening.
"What's the matter? Is he not your type?"
His voice carried a hint of mirth as he spoke.
Amelia glanced sideways at Frederick, uncomfortable with the teasing tone in his voice.
"What about you? Is he your type?"
She shot back a question.
Frederick's face instantly cooled.
Amelia pursed her lips, feeling a slight lift in her spirits.
If it had been before, she wouldn’t have responded to Frederick’s comment. However, lately, her temper had worsened, perhaps due to her pregnancy.
Seeing her mood was not too cheerful, Frederick did not say anything more, started the car, and drove towards the Davis Manor.
Once home, Amelia was the first to enter the living room. As soon as she reached the doorway, she saw Brittany sitting on the couch, smiling warmly at her return.
"Amelia, you're back?"
Amelia nodded and sat down next to Brittany. She wasn't too surprised to find Brittany in her home.
"How have you been feeling these past few days? Have you been taking your medication on time?"
Brittany’s face was beaming as she replied, "I'm feeling much better. How could I not follow your advice when you remind Tom to make sure I take my medicine every day?"
Just as Brittany finished speaking, Frederick walked in from outside. She looked at him with disdain as if scoffing at the idea of Frederick staying at the Davis Manor. When their marriage had been stable, asking him to accompany Amelia back to the Davis Manor seemed like asking for his life. Now that Amelia was done with him, he shamelessly moved into the Davis Manor. The nerve of some people.
Frederick faced Brittany's scornful gaze with calm indifference, as if not noticing at all, and went to sit on the opposite couch.
Vincent, seeing the relationship between Amelia and Brittany remained strong, couldn’t help but wear a satisfied smile.
Rachel, after finishing work, returned to the Davis Manor as well.
The Davis Manor hadn’t been this lively in a long time, and Vincent’s smile never faded.
After having dinner at the Davis Manor, Brittany took her leave, but not before reminding Frederick. Vincent's birthday was coming up in a few days, and this time, Frederick ought to put on a good performance.
Frederick nodded seriously. If it hadn't been for Brittany's reminder, he would have been completely oblivious to Vincent's birthday.
Thinking back, he realized that in the three years he'd been married to Amelia, they had never once returned home to celebrate Vincent's birthday together. Amelia never complained about it.
After seeing Brittany off, Frederick re-entered the house to find Amelia, beaming with joy, discussing birthday plans with Vincent. She looked incredibly beautiful when she smiled, and in that moment, Frederick felt his heart skip a beat.
The next day, their act continued in front of Vincent, maintaining the facade that nothing was wrong in their marriage.
As Amelia got into Frederick's car to leave the Davis Manor, she couldn't help but speak up.
"Mr. Hastings, why don't you make up an excuse to go on a business trip and move out of the Davis Manor?" Amelia was tired of pretending every day. Maybe, if Frederick moved out, she could finally talk to Vincent about the state of her marriage.
Frederick didn't respond.
Thinking he hadn't heard her, Amelia was about to repeat herself when his deep voice filled the car. "I don't have any business trips planned for the foreseeable future."
Amelia was at a loss for words. Was finding an excuse to leave so difficult?
She looked at Frederick seriously, hesitating for a few seconds before asking, "Mr. Hastings, do you not want a divorce?"
His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road, casually countering her question, "If I said I didn't want a divorce, would you then stay married to me?"
Amelia shook her head. "No, I definitely want a divorce."
She had once been fond of Frederick, and her decision to marry him was because he had broken up with Amber. She didn't mind that he and Amber had a past relationship—after all, most men have a first love. She was confident that her marriage to Frederick had grown from familiarity into love.
But she had been naive. She couldn't wedge her way into the affections that existed between Frederick and Amber. Even after three years of effort, the moment Amber returned, she effortlessly reclaimed her place at his side.
Amelia did not envy Amber for being Frederick's first love, but she was jealous of the preference he showed Amber.
Upon hearing Amelia's response, Frederick abruptly hit the brakes. The sudden stop pulled Amelia forward, and she looked at him, confused.
Frederick had regained his usual composure as though his previous outburst had never happened. He pressed down on the accelerator once more, heading towards the hospital.
The atmosphere between the two grew awkward again.
As Amelia got out of the car, Frederick grabbed her hand. She paused, turning to look at him. Frederick gazed at her deeply, his eyes then drifting to the figure standing at the hospital entrance. He frowned, eventually letting go of her hand before saying in a cool tone, "I won't be returning to the Davis Manor tonight.”
"Make up an excuse for your dad. I'll back you up."
With that, he revved the engine and drove away.
Amelia stood there, watching his car vanish from sight, and then she heard a familiar male voice behind her.
"Amelia."
She raised an eyebrow and turned around to see Daniel waiting for her not too far away.
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