Chapter 3- Not Henry, it's Fredrik!

On the large soft bed in the bedroom, two fiery bodies lay with each other. It was an affectionate moaning and heavy breath...

It was like a raging storm mixed with lightning and thunder, and it finally calmed down after almost a whole night.

Eliza was almost sober, but her body was abnormally tired. She opened her misty eyes and looked compulsively at the face near her as if the surging love in her eyes could burn people.

"Henry…"

Her voice had broken the silence.

Eliza closed her eyes and shouted at Henry's name repeatedly.

"Henry, Henry."

Along with her mumbling, teardrops fell from the corner of her eye and then disappeared into her temples.

The affectionate atmosphere immediately disappeared and the bedroom was now occupied by a depressing atmosphere. 

Fredrik squinted his eyes and stared coldly at Eliza.

He rubbed the tears in the corner of her eye with his fingers, then pinched her chin and said in a commanding tone:

"Eliza, open your eyes and see who I am"

The cold voice made Eliza shudder and she opened her eyes subconsciously.

"Henry."

Eliza did not realize she was in trouble. She even hugged his neck and still repeated "Henry" over and over.

"D*mn it!" 

Fredrik hit the bed before he got out of bed and carried Eliza with him.

He carried the unconscious Eliza and went into the bathroom.

Fredrik wanted to dump her in the bathtub immediately, but in the end he was still soft-hearted.

Fredrik pulled a long face and lay down with Eliza in a bathtub that can accommodate three people. Then he turned on the thermostat and the tap. He showered her clumsily before showering himself casually. Then he carried her out.

 

They did not stay in the room.

 Instead, Fredrik carried Eliza directly to another bedroom next door.

 "I'll get even with you for this when you wake up."

When Fredrik was done talking to the sleeping Eliza, he finally slept with his arms around her. When someone is exhausted, sleeping duration would always be particularly long.

It was already afternoon when Eliza woke up.

When she opened her eyes she saw a sexy chest of a man. The muscles were well balanced and the lines were beautiful.

The events of last night flowed through her mind like a movie. She remembered that the person she saw last night was. "Henry!"

Eliza raised her head and her expression froze just as she wanted to smile.

"Who are you?"

She didn't even know this man! Was that him last night?

Eliza pushed him away and panicked, she then sat up with the blanket and looked carefully at him.

"Why? Do you deny me as a friend after going to bed with me?"

Fredrik pursed his lips lightly. Looking at Eliza with a faint smile.

Then he sat up with his sexy abdominal muscles, his V-shape and…

Eliza realized what it was and quickly turned her head away. Her face blushed as if the blood was dripping.

"We've done everything, do not be shy."

"Shut up!"

Eliza turned her head and stared angrily at him but did not dare look down anymore. She stared firmly at his face instead. Only then did she discover that his appearance was something like Henry.

'So that was why she had mistaken him as Henry last night? Could... Can he be...'

Eliza's face turned pale again. Her eyes widened in shock and her face was full of disbelief.

"Are you Fredrik?"

Eliza's voice was trembling and weak when she was shocked, as if she was strangled.

Fredrik's smile grew brighter. He reached out and pinched Eliza's chin, forcing her to come closer.

"Do you finally remember who I am?"

As he got closer, Eliza's body became stiffer.

"This was beyond my expectations. You were married to Henry for a year and a half, and this is your first time? Should I be happy about this? My nephew's wife."