Chapter 7 Unable to Have Children Anymore?
Amelia was puzzled, looking up at Frederick. He just smiled cryptically and then released her hand.
Confused, she took her hand back.
At the side, Daniel was visibly upset. The veins on his hand clutching the fork were bulging, but he still managed to control his anger and served Amelia food with a pleasant demeanor.
However, she didn't notice the shift in his mood and thanked him softly.
At the party, Daniel took on the role of Amelia's protector. She was due for surgery the next day and couldn't drink alcohol, so he drank on her behalf throughout the event.
By the time the party ended, Daniel was clearly tipsy.
As they were leaving, someone patted Daniel on the shoulder and teased Amelia, "Ms. Davis, Mr. Vanderbilt is so attentive to you. You should take good care of him when you get back."
Amelia felt a bit embarrassed, but Daniel just leaned in closer to her, draping his hand over the back of her chair. The proximity between them was intimate, radiating a hint of suggestiveness.
"You needn't worry. Amelia is kind and gentle by nature. She will surely take good care of me."
Frederick's face darkened. He narrowed his eyes and slowly rose from his seat. Then he cast a glance at Amelia and let out a cold snort before striding away.
She felt utterly confused. She didn't know what she had done to upset him again.
Daniel had drunk a lot on her behalf tonight, and Amelia was deeply grateful.
She was not good at socializing, and her conversation had almost been spoiled by Frederick. If it weren't for Daniel's support, she probably would have been too nervous to speak.
"Daniel, can you stand up?"
Amelia bent over to check on Daniel's condition. He was clearly inebriated, so she took his arm over her shoulder, pulled him up from his chair, wrapped her arm around his waist for control, and, with difficulty, started stepping toward the exit.
Frederick sat in his car, seeing Amelia's arms around Daniel's waist, helping him stagger out. He instantly felt an uncontrollable surge of anger.
In the driver's seat, Felix sensed the tense atmosphere. He glanced toward the restaurant entrance, swallowed nervously, and cautiously said, "Mr. Hastings, shall I go assist Mrs. Hastings?"
Frederick withdrew his gaze from the window without expression and did not respond.
Felix, with years of experience working by his side, still opened the car door and hurried toward Amelia.
"Mrs. Hastings, let me help you," Felix offered.
Amelia, who had performed surgery for over four hours earlier, was already exhausted. Holding Daniel was indeed a struggle for her. Seeing Felix come to assist, she promptly handed Daniel over to him and then flagged down a taxi.
Felix placed Daniel in the back seat of the taxi without delay.
Amelia opened the passenger door of the taxi, sat down, thanked Felix, and instructed the driver to take off.
"To the Moonlit Hotel."
Felix turned to tell Amelia that Frederick was still waiting for her in the car, but to his surprise, she had already gotten into the taxi with Daniel and left.
Anxiously, he glanced back at the luxury car parked not far away. He could sense Frederick glaring fiercely in their direction from the back seat.
Amelia and Daniel arrived at the Moonlit Hotel. She managed to pull him out of the taxi and support him to the hotel lobby. They wobbled along, and Daniel ultimately threw up.
His reaction caused Amelia, who was in the early stages of pregnancy, to start retching as well.
The Moonlit Hotel belonged to the Vanderbilt family. The manager, upon seeing the extent of Daniel's intoxication, immediately came over to help.
Daniel was quickly helped into the room.
Upon seeing Amelia's clothes soiled with Daniel's vomit, the manager immediately instructed the front desk clerk to get Amelia some spare clothes and lead her to a different guest room to clean up.
The smell of Amelia was truly foul. Even after she had showered and changed into clean clothes, she still fought back the urge to gag, as if the unpleasant odor clung stubbornly to her.
"Ms. Davis, why don't you stay here for the night? Our hotel has some extra suites available," the manager suggested, noticing Amelia's discomfort but her intention to leave, and he quickly tried to persuade her to stay.
Amelia shook her head, gagging twice, and politely declined, "I have to work tomorrow. Plus, I've got some patients' files at home."
With that, she stepped out of the hotel. The night breeze was a relief, soothing the churning in her stomach somewhat.
Felix sat in the driver's seat, eying the rearview mirror with the utmost care.
Frederick, seated in the back, looked sullen. His cold gaze followed Amelia, and his displeasure was evident.
Inhaling deeply, Felix became extremely cautious.
Amelia had been in the hotel with Daniel for forty minutes. And now she had come out in a change of clothes, her hair damp as if she had just taken a shower.
To any adult that suggested something.
"Drive," Frederick commanded in a cold tone.
Felix did not dare delay. He immediately started the car and sped away.
Amelia waited for about ten minutes on the roadside before catching a taxi.
By the time she got back to her place, it was past midnight.
Stepping into the living room, she had just changed her shoes when she was confronted by a cold and handsome face.
Amelia froze. She hadn't expected Frederick to be at home.
Ever since their incident last month, Frederick has refused to set foot here. Even when he had brought her home that day, he had not wished to enter the house.
His piercing gaze landed on her as she stood at the door, her pale face showing a look of shock, and his displeasure intensified.
"Come here," he said expressionlessly. It was a command that brooked no refusal.
Feeling a bit nervous, Amelia moved toward him and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Frederick cut her off, his voice sharp as a chilling wind.
"Take off your clothes!"
Amelia trembled slightly, puzzled by his demand. When she grasped Frederick's suspicion, she became embarrassed.
"You think there's something going on between me and Daniel?"
Mary, who was standing aside, overheard Amelia's words and hurriedly tried to diffuse the situation.
"Mr. Hastings, there must be some misunderstanding. Mrs. Hastings isn't the type to..."
Frederick interrupted Mary's words, his voice cold and sharp as it rose again.
"Take off your clothes!"
His anger was palpable.
Amelia, restraining herself, looked down and unhurriedly began to unbutton her blouse.
Seeing this, Mary quickly walked over to stop Amelia's hands.
"Mrs. Hastings, please don't..."
Amelia pushed Mary's hands away. "Mary, it's okay. We're both women. I don't mind."
With that said Amelia had already unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off.
Mary, looking embarrassed, averted her gaze.
Amelia's smooth and fair skin was exposed to the air. However, as Frederick didn't call a halt, she turned and started unbuttoning the buttons at the back.
He watched her defiant posture with an impassive face, growing increasingly impatient. Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed a suit jacket from the coat hanger, and wrapped it around her. He looked at her with a menacing glare and warned, "Amelia, remember who you are!"
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