Chapter 179 Can I Watch This For Free?
Isabella's heart was pounding with fear!
If it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol confirming it was him and not a ghost, she would have been even more terrified!
"What are you doing?" Isabella instinctively pushed him.
Frederick fell to the ground.
Isabella was puzzled.
What does this mean? He fell with just a light push?
She only used one finger! He must be trying to scam her!
Isabella quickly turned on the light, relieved to see he wasn't hurt.
If he had gotten seriously injured, she wouldn't be able to escape responsibility. If he ended up paralyzed or something, she'd have to take care of him!
That was truly terrifying!
"Hey, get up and go to sleep on the bed!"
Seeing that he was still somewhat conscious, Isabella quickly helped him up and stumbled towards the bedroom.
If he turned into a dead weight, she wouldn't be able to move him!
After just a few steps, he missed a step and fell. Isabella couldn't hold him back. So they both fell.
Fortunately, Isabella landed on him, so it didn't hurt much.
"Why did you drink so much? How annoying!"
She grumbled as she got up and struggled to pull him towards the bed.
From the living room to the bedroom was only about 10 feet, but Isabella was sweating all over.
She now totally understood why women don't like their men getting drunk. When they get drunk, they become a mess, and it's the women who suffer! Women always have to clean up the mess!
So, what's the point of having a man? Better to have kids and money!
Isabella finally managed to get him onto the bed. Frederick lay there with a frown, pressing his temples, looking very uncomfortable.
She muttered, "Feeling bad, huh? Serves you right! Let's see if you drink again next time!"
Seeing that his suit jacket was dirty, she couldn't help but want to take it off. It was uncomfortable to see him sleeping so awkwardly.
Isabella didn't hesitate and reached out to unbutton his suit.
Frederick, with a dark expression, slapped her hand away.
Isabella felt very speechless as she said, "Stay still! I'm just taking off your clothes, not trying to take advantage of you!"
Frederick coldly said, "Don't touch me!"
"You think I want to touch you? Even if you were naked, I wouldn't care! I..." Isabella didn't finish her sentence but made a swallowing motion.
Frederick, with a frown, lay quietly on the bed, unbuttoning his suit.
His fingers were long and clean, looking like they were made for playing the piano.
Probably because his hands were so beautiful, his unbuttoning movements looked very elegant.
Just watching him undress was pleasing to the eye.
He unbuttoned his suit, took it off, and threw it on the floor, then started unbuttoning his shirt.
As each button came undone, his body slowly revealed itself, first his chest muscles, then his abs, with clear lines of his obliques and V-line.
When he sat up to take off his shirt, his arm muscles were prominent, clearly capable of doing hundreds of push-ups with one hand, showing incredible arm strength!
His muscles were well-developed but not like those of a professional bodybuilder.
His muscle lines were more in line with the general public's aesthetic!
A perfect blend of strength and beauty!
From his body, you could see both power and aesthetics, a coexistence of strength and beauty, infinitely charming!
Although Isabella was greedy for money and not lustful, no one could refuse something beautiful, and everyone would want to take a few more glances.
If Freya were here, she would probably be drooling and might have already pounced on him.
Isabella wasn't as lustful as her, but she was still swallowing her saliva!
She kept looking away, thinking, 'Oh, my god, can I watch this for free?'
Then she couldn't help but look again. She marveled inwardly, 'If I don't look, it's a waste. It's free anyway, so I might as well take a good look!'
She even thought, 'Take it off, then put it back on and take it off again.'
He undressed elegantly, so he must look good dressed up too.
Her little head was like a rattle, looking out the window one moment and at Frederick the next, her face blushing.
It wasn't until Frederick unbuckled his belt, revealing his navy blue boxers, that she quickly turned and ran out.
She dashed into the bathroom, looking at her flushed face in the mirror, taking deep breaths!
She raised her hands, patting her cheeks, exhaling deeply, and comforting herself in her mind:
Everyone loves beauty, and since it's a sneak peek, he won't find out and won't charge me.
Since it's free, why be nervous? 'Calm down, don't be nervous! Taking a few more glances at him is like getting paid for taking care of him tonight! He didn't lose out!'
Isabella successfully convinced herself. For a money-grubber, not spending money felt as good as earning money.
She washed her face, ran out to look for a while, failed to find any hangover medicine, and made a cup of tea.
Not finding any open tea leaves, she took a new can from the cabinet, opened it, and brewed it.
The aroma filled the air, successfully tempting her.
Isabella couldn't resist pouring herself a small cup to taste, immediately exclaiming, "So fragrant!"
She picked up the can she had just opened to look at it.
The packaging was exquisite, but there was no brand name on it, so she couldn't buy it even if she wanted to.
Isabella regretfully pursed her lips, put the can back, finished the small cup she had poured for herself, and then carried the tea to Frederick's bedroom.
She also grabbed a cup of yogurt from the fridge.
Those who have consumed alcohol easily become thirsty, and tea can quench that thirst.
At the same time, they feel hot inside, and eating some yogurt helps.
In the bedroom, the light was dim.
Frederick had turned off the bedroom light, leaving only a bedside lamp on.
To Isabella's surprise, the clothes that should have been on the floor were all neatly hung on a rack!
And they were hung very neatly!
There was the suit jacket, the shirt, the trousers, the tie, and the belt placed on a box, with dirty socks thrown into the laundry basket.
Isabella was very surprised. Was he not drunk, or did he have an obsession with cleanliness?
If you say he wasn't drunk, he couldn't even walk properly and had fallen countless times tonight!
If you say he was drunk, he still knew how to hang up his clothes!
If it is not an obsession with cleanliness, he must have OCD!
Even when drunk, he wouldn't allow his room to be messy! That's actually a good trait!
Isabella put the tea on the bedside table and glanced at him.
Frederick was lying on his back, the blanket covering his chest, his arms exposed, hands crossed on his chest.
His sleeping posture was very proper!
But his brows were still tightly furrowed, his delicate features tense, clearly still uncomfortable.
Isabella wanted to wake him up for some yogurt, but before she could get close, he almost knocked the yogurt out of her hand!
Isabella quickly stepped back two steps, asking, "What are you doing? I brought you yogurt!"
"Get out!" he said, eyes closed, face dark.
Get out?
"It matters not to me whether you drink it! If not, just stay uncomfortable!" Isabella grumbled, putting the yogurt on the bedside table, turning to leave, not caring about him anymore.
Frederick suddenly coughed twice, looking like he was about to vomit.
Isabella quickly came back, put the trash can by the bed, and had him lie on his side, uttering, "The trash can is here. If you need to vomit, do it in the trash can. If you dare vomit on the floor, I'll beat you up!"
If he vomited on the floor, she'd have to clean it up!
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