Chapter 144: A Very Naughty Fiancé

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: A Very Naughty Fiancé

~Third- POV~

She wasn’t going to cower before the media, and she wasn’t going to let Frederick’s interview crush her. Whatever questions the world threw at her, she would take back control of her own story.

She slipped into the gown, applied a striking shade of red lipstick, and checked her reflection one last time. Breathtaking, powerful, unbothered. She grabbed her designer handbag and stepped out of the penthouse, her assistant trailing close behind, and headed out to conquer the day’s shoot.

Meanwhile, high above the clouds, the engines hummed through the jet’s cabin.

Frederick folded his laptop shut and turned to Reynold, his expression calm and practical. "Sweetheart, once we land, the car will take you straight to your residence. Since the week is almost over, you can spend the weekend settling back in and resting before resuming your classes on Monday."

Reynold’s face fell. The radiant smile he’d worn all morning vanished into a pout, and his beautiful eyes searched Frederick’s face. "When... when will I get to see you again?"

"Soon, baby," Frederick said. "But until then, you need to focus on your studies."

Reynold narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. "How soon is ’soon’? When exactly are we meeting again?"

Frederick studied his face for a moment before answering. "Perhaps next week. We’re engaged now, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about where we stand, or when you’ll see me again. You already know I’m yours. All you need to do from now on is focus on your studies."

"But I can study while I’m with you," Reynold protested.

"I know you can, baby. I just want you to give your studies the attention they deserve. From now on, you won’t be coming to the estate every weekend. I’d rather you stay at your residence and concentrate on your studies until the semester is over."

Reynold frowned, his heart sinking. "Why?"

"Because you need to focus on school." Frederick took his hand. "It’s better if I come to you most of the time, instead of pulling you away from your schoolwork."

Reynold stared at him, a sudden insecurity creeping into his heart. Was he already changing? Was he becoming one of those men who showered their partners with attention until they finally put a ring on their finger, only to grow distant afterward?

Noticing the silence, Frederick asked gently, "Are you hungry, baby?"

That’s the wrong question, Reynold thought. He should be asking if I’m upset. Can’t he see my expression? Can’t he tell how I’m feeling right now?

He mulled over his thoughts for a moment before withdrawing his hand and turning toward the window. "No. I’m not hungry."

"Alright. Let me know when you are, and I’ll have the crew prepare something for you."

Frederick had noticed the change in Reynold’s mood. He knew his fiancé was upset, but he deliberately chose not to address it. He was determined to make Reynold focus on his studies, even if it meant putting up with his displeasure for now.

Reynold gave a stiff nod.

Why does being sent home feel like being chased away? He had grown so used to sleeping in Frederick’s arms, waking up beside him, and being surrounded by his warmth. The thought of returning to his residence and spending the weekend alone felt unbearable.

Could I pretend to be sick? Fake a fever so he’d take me back to the estate and look after me? Or maybe say something was wrong with my house?

He considered one excuse after another, desperately searching for a way to stay with Frederick until Sunday night. But then his gaze fell on the diamond ring sparkling on his finger, and guilt caught up with him.

No. He’s my fiancé. I shouldn’t lie to him or play games.

Reynold drew a deep breath and turned to look straight into Frederick’s eyes. "I don’t want to go back," he said, his voice raw but steady.

Frederick turned his head in surprise. "What?"

Reynold stared right back, holding his ground. "You heard me. I don’t want to go back when we land. I want to stay until Sunday."

Frederick shook his head gently. "No, baby. You have to stud..."

"Oh, please, Frederick!" Reynold threw his hands in the air. "Do you think you can just use me and dump me whenever you’re done?"

Frederick’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What on earth do you mean?"

"You took me all the way to Paris, enjoyed yourself, fucked me on the table, the couch, the bed, the bathroom, every single corner!" Reynold said, pouting fiercely. "And now you want to send me home when I’m not even done with you yet?"

Frederick tilted his head, watching him with shock and suppressed amusement. "Reynold, are you serious right now? We both had fun, and..."

"And what?" Reynold huffed, folding his arms across his chest. "You expect me to just leave? No! We’re not done! I didn’t even enjoy myself, okay? I was only pretending!"

Frederick shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his efforts to remain firm. "Whatever you say, sweetheart. But you’re still going back to your place when we land."

Reynold gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him. "You’re so selfish! That’s not how a gentleman treats his fiancé!"

Frederick raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his lips. "I’m not a gentleman, sweetheart. That’s why I’ve never been gentle with you in bed."

Reynold immediately covered his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized Frederick had turned the argument against him. He couldn’t even think of a comeback.

Reynold, you’re so stupid! Is this how you handle a conversation? You’re doing everything wrong!

He took a quick breath, he abandoned his dramatic act and leaned closer to the older man, his voice softening.

"Look... I really don’t want to go back yet. What do I have to do to convince you to let me stay?"

Frederick regarded him calmly. "All you have to do is be a good boy when we land. Take your things, let the driver drop you off at your place, and study your books—not dick."

Reynold immediately covered his flushed face with both hands, letting out a startled squeak. "What?! All I want to study is dick, not books!"

Frederick leaned closer, his deep voice smooth and commanding.

"Face me, baby."