Frederic turned around and looked at me, his eyes were dark and unclear.

I didn't know what he was up to. If he was going to question me about having dinner and singing with Dylan today, then I don't think he has the right to do so, because he was also with Emilia.

I thought to myself, "Since he likes to smoke there, let him be." I tidied up my nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I was feeling very uncomfortable with the smell of alcohol all over me, but unfortunately, I wasn't drunk enough to pass out. I couldn't fall asleep without taking a shower.

In order to quickly end the situation, I didn't soak in the bathtub but rinsed myself directly under the showerhead. After casually drying my body, I wrapped myself in a nightgown and prepared to go back to sleep.

Frederic was still on the balcony answering the phone. He hung up when he heard my footsteps coming back.

I ignored him and went straight to bed to sleep.

"Why didn't Dylan bring you back?" Frederic said. He had appeared by the bed at some point. There was no emotion in his voice.

"Why didn't you sleep at Emilia's?" I asked with my eyes closed.

After a few seconds of silence, Frederic's voice sounded again, "I didn't sleep with her."

Now I opened my eyes. Frederic was looking down at me. His beautiful and affectionate peach blossom eyes were always cold toward me. Greta and others had studied this before and came to a conclusion. Frederic's eyes looked affectionate towards everything except Sylvia.

I was genuinely surprised and asked, "Why? Hasn't she accepted you yet? As far as I know, she has already broken up with Ruben and actively asked for your help in various ways. She was willing to go out to eat and meet friends with you, but you still haven't had any physical intimacy with her?"

"..." Frederic's face changed slightly.

"But I can understand, she was different from other women," I said, "You have to respect her, I understand."

Frederic looked displeased. He said, "You don't understand anything. You're just full of yourself."

It's not that I was being presumptuous, it's just that Frederic hadn't yet understood his own heart. But that's a story between him and Emilia. I've already watched the plot from a God's-eye view, but I don't want to spoil too much.

I turned over and lazily squinted my eyes, saying, "Frederic, I've told you before, if you don't divorce me now, one day you'll wish I would disappear from your world immediately. At that time, I might not want to divorce anymore and you'll have to give me a lot of money. You'll be so angry with me."

The next second, I felt a breath tickling my nose. When I opened my eyes, I found Frederic sitting by the bed. He leaned in close to me. The distance between us was less than a centimeter, and our breaths mingled.

His eyes were neither angry nor cold, but instead had a kind of captivating smile. He asked, "Really?"

"Of course..." Before I could answer, my lips were already sealed.

I had already been drinking and felt a bit weak. When I raised my hand to push him away, I was instead restrained and couldn't move.

Frederic was never a gentle person. Whenever he sensed that I wanted to resist, he would become more aggressive and exert absolute suppression on me.

I was a little dizzy and disoriented from the kiss. When Frederic let go of me, I regained some awareness and immediately slapped him in the face. However, because I didn't have much strength, the slap was weak.

"Didn't you eat enough?" Frederic asked. He found it surprisingly amusing.

"Frederic, if you were feeling restless, go find Emilia. Can you not come and cause trouble for me?" I really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

I didn't want to just break free from emotions and gradually fall into the muddy world of carnal desires.

If you encountered an expert in this matter in the past, it was very easy to become addicted.

Frederic was such a master, but I refused to be his underling.