Chapter 3- Not Henry, it's Fredrik!

On the large soft bed in the bedroom, two fiery bodies were intimately entangled with each other.

Erotic sounds and heavy breathing can also be heard. The exchange of pleasures was so intense that it felt like there was a raging storm mixed with lightning and thunder happening right now.

This scene continued for a long time and it finally calmed down just before the sun rose.

Eliza was almost sober, but her body was abnormally tired. She opened her misty eyes and obsessively looked at the face of the man 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 Henry's name repeatedly.

“Henry, Henry.”

Along with her mumbling, tears fell from the corners of her eyes. 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 from the corners of her eyes 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 shiver and she subconsciously opened her eyes. "Henry."

Eliza didn't realize she was in trouble. She even hugged his neck and still repeated "Henry" over and over.

"Damn it!"

Fredrik, who tried to suppress his anger, hit the bed. He got out of bed only after calming down a bit. He then lifted the infuriating woman up with his arms.

The now unconscious Eliza was carried into the bathroom.

Fredrik wanted to dump her in the bathtub to retaliate, but in the end he still chose to be lenient and kind-hearted.

Fredrik with a sour look on his face, lay down with Eliza in a bathtub that was big enough to hold several people. Then he turned on the thermostat and the faucet.

He bathed her clumsily before taking a shower himself. 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 on this when you wake up."

When Fredrik finished talking to the sleeping Eliza, he finally fell asleep with his arms around her. When someone is exhausted, the sleeping time would always be particularly long.

It was already afternoon when Eliza woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw an alluring chest of a man. The pectoral muscles were broad and firm, and the lines were perfectly sculpted.

The events of last night flashed 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 it him last night? Eliza pushed him away and panicked, she then sat up with the blanket and looked at him warily.

"Why? Are you denying knowing me after sleeping with me?" Fredrik pursed his lips slightly and looked at Eliza with a faint smile. Then he sat up showing off his six pack abs, his V shaped body and…

Eliza realized what it was and quickly turned her head away. Her face flushed as if blood was dripping. "We've done everything, so don't be shy.”

"Shut up!"

Eliza turned her head and glared at him but didn't dare look down anymore. She stared fixedly at his face instead. Only then did she realize that his appearance was somewhat similar to Henry.

'So that's why she had mistaken him for Henry last night? Could… Could he be…' Eliza's face turned pale again. Her eyes widened in surprise and her face was full of disbelief.

"Are you Fredrik?" Eliza's voice weakened and quivered in shock. The feeling that she was being strangled.

Fredrik's smile brightened. 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 stiffened. "This was beyond my expectations. You were married to Henry for a year and a half, and yet this was your first time having sex? Should I be happy about this? My nephew's wife?”