Chapter 129 It's Not Seduction, It's Molestation
She lifted the blanket and slipped out of the study, heading straight for Frederick's bedroom door.
Isabella wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, and her thoughts were pretty straightforward.
To figure out if he was the guy from back then, it was easy!
Just check out his shoulder.
Years ago, when he messed with her, she bit his shoulder hard. If he was that guy, there'd definitely be a big ol' bite mark there!
Lucky for her, Frederick hadn't locked the door.
Isabella snuck into the room, crouching and tiptoeing over to the bed.
Frederick was lying on his back, hands crossed, sleeping like a log.
His eyes were shut tight, breathing steady, like he was in a deep sleep.
Looking at him, Isabella got a bit lost in thought. He looked super handsome while sleeping!
No joke, he was the best-looking guy she'd ever seen!
When he was awake, he had this cold vibe, but asleep, he looked amazing.
Thick eyebrows, big eyes, sharp features—words couldn't do him justice.
He was like a work of art.
Hugo, Justin, and Dennis looked a lot like him, but they were just over five years old, still had that kiddish look.
Not as manly, not as rugged as him!
With his looks, if he were in showbiz, he'd be a superstar for sure!
Too bad his personality sucked—bad temper and a sharp tongue!
'What a waste!' Isabella thought, pouting, feeling sorry for his looks, while waving her hand in front of his face.
No reaction. He was definitely out cold.
Isabella wanted to check for the bite mark on his shoulder, but he was still dressed, wearing a crew-neck loungewear.
She had no choice but to tug at his collar, trying to pull it down to see his shoulder.
But before she could spot the bite mark, her wrist got grabbed tight!
Panicking, she lost her balance and fell headfirst into his shoulder!
Her forehead smacked his collarbone, and it hurt.
Just as she was about to get up, Frederick yanked her onto the bed, flipping over to pin her down.
He didn't give her a chance to fight back, quickly grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head, also trapping her legs.
He turned on the bedside lamp.
The light lit up the room and stung Isabella's eyes.
She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them quickly. When she saw Frederick's expression, her heart started racing.
Frederick was glaring at her, his face dark and menacing.
His grip was strong, no gentleness at all, like he was dealing with an enemy. His tone was cold and scary, "What are you trying to do?!"
Isabella was terrified by his sinister look, feeling like her life was on the line.
"Wait, let me explanation!" Isabella blurted out.
Frederick stared at her, waiting for her to explain.
But Isabella had no idea what to say, how to explain it?
Telling the truth was definitely out of the question.
He hadn't found out about Hugo and Justin yet, confessing now would be stupid, right?
How to explain?
Frederick lost patience, asking, "Trying to seduce me?"
"Huh?" Isabella quickly shook her head, "No way!"
"Trying to kill me?" Frederick continued.
Isabella was stunned, her eyes wide!
The accusation was enough to scare her to death!
She explained, "Don't be ridiculous. I can't even kill a chicken, let alone you. I wasn't trying to kill you."
"Then why'd you sneak into my room in the middle of the night, stare at me for ages, and start pulling at my clothes?" Frederick asked, his voice icy.
"Huh? You weren't asleep?"
Frederick frowned, snapping, "Answer honestly!"
Isabella's heart pounded. When she came in, seeing his eyes closed and breathing steady, she thought he was out cold, but he was faking it!
He was really cunning!
Isabella stammered, "I wasn't trying to seduce you! And I definitely didn't want to kill you. Oh, I was sleepwalking! Yeah, that's it, I was sleepwalking."
Frederick's grip tightened, clearly not buying it.
Isabella felt like her wrist was about to snap.
She was in pain, scared, and a bit upset, her nose tingling, almost crying, "I really wasn't trying to seduce you. Be gentle; it hurts!"
Seeing her eyes redden, Frederick frowned again, loosening his grip but not letting her go, warning coldly, "Then give me a reasonable explanation, or don't blame me for being ruthless. Killing you is as easy as squashing a bug."
Isabella's breath hitched, eyes full of fear.
She looked at Frederick, and Frederick looked at her.
She saw real killing intent in his eyes!
Isabella's breathing quickened as she stammered, "I...I just wanted to see your..."
"See my what?"
The word 'shoulder' circled in her mouth, but she didn't dare to say it, finally gritting her teeth, "I saw you have a good figure, so I wanted to take off your clothes and have a look!"
Frederick stared at her for a long time before speaking, "It's indeed not seduction, it's molestation!"
"I..." Isabella wanted to retort, but after meeting his gaze for a moment, she gave up.
Letting him think she wanted to molest him was better than him thinking she wanted to kill him, right?
Frederick let her go and got off the bed.
He lit a cigarette, leaning against the window, his eyes never leaving her.
Terrified out of her wits, Isabella swiftly leapt off the bed, her eyes fixed on him warily. Frederick took a few puffs, looking at her coldly, speaking slowly, "Many women want me. I can't control what they think, but those who act on it never have a good end."
Isabella wanted to explain, yet found herself at a loss for words.
She couldn't reveal her true purpose; it would only make things more complicated.
Frederick took another puff, his handsome face showing indifference as he said, "Because of Dennis, I can tolerate you and indulge you. If you have no ulterior motives, I will respect you.
I've made it clear before, I have someone in my heart, don't get any ideas about me. Besides Dennis's biological mother, I won't want anyone else.
You possess striking beauty and an impressive figure. Although you may not be exceptionally intelligent, this is hardly a flaw. If you seek a companion, there are countless men outside who would be enchanted by you.
I can introduce you to a quality man, but if you want me, you're out of luck."
Isabella blushed at his words, retorting, "I don't want to find a man! I don't want you either!"
"Don't want me? Then coming to my room tonight to molest me, you just wanted to play?" Frederick inquired coldly.
"I didn't! I..."
"I don't care what you want, but even if you don't care about your own reputation, think about the kids' future.
If you don't want them being talked about, you need to learn self-respect and decency," Frederick's tone wasn't heavy, but every word was piercing!
What he meant was that she had no self-respect, no decency, and no shame, right?
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