Chapter 156: A Sweet Date with Daddy

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: A Sweet Date with Daddy

~Third- POV~

For the first time in a while, everything seemed to be falling into place. The past had finally been addressed; the hard conversations were behind him, and all he wanted was to get home to the man waiting for him.

For once, everything felt peaceful.

Upstairs in the master suite, Reynold immediately got up after receiving Frederick’s message and headed into the grand walk-in closet to pick out an outfit. It turned out to be far more difficult than he had anticipated, mostly because Frederick had always been the one choosing and putting together his clothes.

Reynold pulled out several shirts and jackets, holding them against himself before tossing them onto the plush sofa in frustration.

"I’m just twenty, and I’m already becoming completely helpless without Frederick," he muttered, glancing around the enormous closet. "It’s filled with designer clothes, yet I can’t even put together one outfit. I don’t even know where he’s taking me, so how am I supposed to know what to wear?"

He paused, resting his hands on his hips as an idea crossed his mind.

How about I try on a few different outfits, take pictures, and send them to Frederick so he can choose for me?

Reynold immediately shook his head with a small laugh.

"No. I’ll pick something myself."

He had initially considered wearing something daringly short and revealing, but eventually settled on an outfit that was both bold and sophisticated. He chose a cropped, sparkling crimson jacket over a sheer, fitted black mesh top, paired with high-waisted, wide-leg crimson trousers and polished black loafers. Layered gold necklaces and small earrings completed the look.

After getting dressed and styling his blond hair into soft, tousled layers, he stepped back to admire his reflection. The rich crimson brought out his complexion beautifully, while the combination of black fabric and sparkling details gave him a striking, effortlessly fashionable appearance.

Satisfied with his choice, he took a few mirror selfies before heading back into the bedroom. He settled onto the sofa and waited for Frederick to return.

A few moments later, the familiar hum of a car engine reached him from outside. His phone buzzed with a message from Frederick.

Frederick: Sweetheart, I’m back. I’m waiting for you downstairs in the car.

Reynold quickly typed his reply.

Reynold: Alright... I’ll be there soon.

He gave himself one last glance in the full-length mirror, then hurried out of the bedroom, down the grand staircase, and through the front doors.

Frederick had already stepped out of the vehicle and was standing beside the open rear door in his white suit. The moment his eyes landed on Reynold emerging from the house, a bright, breathtaking smile spread across his handsome face.

The sight of Frederick waiting for him sent a wave of excitement through Reynold. He hurried down the stone steps, practically running towards him.

Frederick opened his arms just in time to catch him against his chest, wrapping them securely around his waist and lifting him slightly off the ground in a tight embrace.

"Did you miss me?" Frederick murmured near his ear, his deep voice filled with affection.

Reynold nodded against his neck, holding him tightly. "Yes, baby. I missed you so much."

Frederick pulled back slightly to look at him, his gaze travelling over the striking red suit.

"Your outfit looks beautiful."

Reynold smiled, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "I had such a hard time picking something out. I was honestly hoping you wouldn’t hate it."

"I love it," Frederick assured him, his eyes lingering appreciatively on his fiancé. "It looks incredible on you."

Reynold’s smile widened. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Come on, sweetheart," Frederick murmured, stepping aside to open the car door for him.

Reynold slid onto the plush leather back seat, and Frederick climbed in beside him, closing the heavy door behind them. The driver smoothly shifted into gear and pulled away from the estate gates.

As soon as they reached the main road, Reynold turned towards Frederick, curiosity shining in his eyes.

"How was it? How did your conversation with Eva go?"

"Smoothly." Frederick took his hand and laced their fingers together. "We spoke strictly business, and she asked if she could have a chance to meet Lily."

Reynold tilted his head. "And what did you say?"

"I told her I would speak to Lily first," Frederick explained calmly. "She agreed without arguing."

Reynold raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. "So there was no drama? No fight?"

"Nothing at all," Frederick said, a dry, thoughtful smile touching his lips. "It’s as if Eva has been completely reborn."

Reynold let out a soft chuckle. "People change, but that almost sounds too good to be true. Are you sure she didn’t fight you, or are you just covering for her?"

Frederick gave his hand a gentle squeeze, meeting his gaze. "You have to trust me, baby. I would tell you if we’d argued, but we really didn’t."

Reynold looked into his eyes, the last trace of insecurity fading. "I trust you, Daddy." He paused, leaning closer with a small, demanding pout. "Kiss me."

Frederick didn’t hesitate. He slid a hand around the back of Reynold’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, slow and unhurried, until Reynold’s breath hitched.

When Frederick finally pulled away, Reynold rested his forehead against his shoulder, smiling softly. "Where are we going?"

"I haven’t decided yet," Frederick murmured, stroking his back. "I just want to take you to different places and try new things together."

"Okay, Daddy," Reynold whispered.

"And, sweetheart, if you see anywhere you’d like us to stop and look around, just tell me," Frederick murmured, his fingers gently playing with Reynold’s hair. "We have the whole day to ourselves, especially since you’re heading back to campus tomorrow."

Reynold sighed softly, a hint of sadness touching his eyes. "That’s true... Just hearing that makes me a little sad. But it’s okay, as long as I get to spend every minute of today with you."

Frederick smiled warmly, tilting Reynold’s chin up to press a gentle kiss against his forehead.

Reynold shifted closer, resting his head against Frederick’s broad shoulder as he gazed out of the window, looking for anything that might catch his eye. Frederick kept an arm wrapped around him, holding him close as buildings and passing traffic slipped by beyond the tinted windows.

A few minutes later, something at the corner of a busy avenue caught Reynold’s attention: an elegant dessert lounge and artisanal ice cream parlour with a colourful display in its windows.

"Daddy, tell the driver to stop there," Reynold said, pointing towards it.

Frederick followed his gaze. "Here, sweetheart?"

Reynold nodded eagerly. "Yes, baby. I want to try that place."

Frederick glanced towards the shop before smiling. "Alright, sweetheart."

He immediately instructed the driver to pull over. The sleek black car came to a smooth stop in front of the shop. The driver stepped out to open the door, and Frederick offered Reynold his hand, helping his fiancé out onto the busy pavement.

The moment they walked through the glass doors, the mood in the lounge shifted. As one of the most powerful billionaires in the country, Frederick was impossible to miss. Whispers rippled through the room, and heads turned towards them. Several patrons pulled out their phones to snap photos of the couple.

"Look, that’s Frederick Corvin..."

"Is that Reynold Blake?"

"Yes, that’s him, his fiancé," another person confirmed.

"Wow, they look incredible together..." someone else remarked.

Reynold felt the weight of the attention, and his shoulders tensed slightly. Frederick noticed and leaned down, whispering close to his ear, "Ignore them, sweetheart. Just focus on enjoying yourself."

Reassured, Reynold smiled up at him.

They were escorted to a private booth near the window. The waiter nervously placed the leather-bound menus on the table, and Reynold’s eyes lit up as he browsed the selection. He ended up ordering an extravagant spread: a three-tier dessert platter featuring pastel macarons, molten chocolate lava cake, layered parfaits, and three different flavours of gelato.

When their order arrived, the spread looked like a colourful masterpiece. Reynold eagerly scooped up some vanilla bean gelato, closing his eyes as he savoured it.

"Wow, this is so good!" Reynold exclaimed. He opened his eyes, looking delighted, and turned towards Frederick with an excited smile. "Daddy, try this," he insisted, scooping up a piece of chocolate lava cake and holding the spoon to Frederick’s lips.

Frederick raised an eyebrow and leaned back. "No, baby. I’m fine. You enjoy it."

Reynold pouted, holding the spoon out and refusing to lower his hand. "I’m not eating another bite until you try it with me."

Seeing the determination in his fiancé’s eyes, Frederick let out a low chuckle. He leaned forward and took the bite straight from Reynold’s spoon.

"Too sweet," he remarked, wiping his lips with a cloth napkin before casting a dark, mischievous look across the table. "You shouldn’t eat too much sugar, baby. Too many sweet things can lower your stamina for tonight."

Reynold’s cheeks turned bright pink. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one had overheard them before turning back to Frederick. "It’s just this once, Daddy!" he protested in a hushed, dramatic whisper.

Frederick chuckled, his expression softening with affection. "Alright, sweetheart. Just this once."