Girl’s Gorgeous Rebirth By Novia Ford

Chapter 13 

I looked at him in confusion. He sneered, “So it was all an act.” 

“What?” I didn’t understand. 

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Frederic extended his hand and viciously rubbed the corner of my lips with his fingertips. He raised an eyebrow and said, “Sylvia, you used to put on a show in front of our friends. It seems like you’re playing hard to get now.” 

So, Frederic was testing me in such a shameful method. I quickly regained rationality and immediately put on the clothes that were halfway off, trying my best to stay calm. 

“Is it necessary?” I looked up at Frederic, feeling a mix of sadness and ridicule in my heart. “Frederic, I’m not playing hard to get with you. You’re just not used to my indifference all of a sudden. It’s like a loyal dog that suddenly stops wagging its tail behind you. Of course, you’ll feel unhappy, but with time, you’ll get used to it.” 

“Are you a dog?” Frederic asked playfully, seemingly unaffected by my sadness. 

“Don’t you know?” I grabbed my disheveled collar and lowered my head to give a faint reply. 

Frederic wasn’t a naïve boy. How could he not understand my feelings for him? Besides, I had confessed to him many times before. 

Frederic just never took it seriously. So many women liked him, and the only difference between me and those women was that I had the opportunity to marry him. 

Frederic chuckled, as if he had achie he was cheered up. “Go take a shower.” 

After saying that, he left the bathroom. 

I quickly closed the bathroom door and rushed to the mirror. When I saw my flushed face, I wished to slap myself. 

Why was I so weak? Frederic was just teasing me, but I almost fell into his trap. 

I took three minutes to reflect on the past and finally calmed down. Then I quickly took a shower and went back to the room to sleep. 

Frederic had already left. I heard the sound of the engine downstairs. 

I stood by the window and watched his car disappear into the night, 

feeling restless. 

Frederic probably wouldn’t come back for a while. Tonight’s incident confirmed that he held control over me, and he could continue to recklessly toy with my emotions. 

To regain psychological balance quickly, I woke up and had Marcel drive me to the hospital. 

I specifically changed into a mature champagne–colored one–piece dress, exuding an elegant and sexy aura. I couldn’t imitate Emilia’s innocent and cute style. Besides, Ruben must have seen enough of it. There was no need for me to compare with others. 

After arriving at the hospital, I placed a bouquet of flowers by Ruben’s bed and spoke in a gentle and touching voice, “Ruben, how’s your leg?” 

Ruben was playing games, but when he saw me, he quickly put down his phone. “Sylvia, it’s much better. The doctor said I can be 

discharged tomorrow. They’ll remove the stitches in about a week.” 

“That’s good.” I sat by the bed and gently combed my disheveled hair near my ears. “Didn’t your girlfriend come to see you today?” 

“She has to work. We both work part–time to lighten the burden on our families.” Ruben smiled, looking handsome and cheerful. 

I nodded and casually chatted with Ruben. 

After a while, I took out my phone, looked at it, and exclaimed, “Why is my phone out of battery so quickly?” 

“Sylvia, I have a charger here.” Ruben pointed to the bedside cabinet. 

I opened the drawer and took out the charger. The socket was a little higher on the opposite side of the headboard. I intentionally bent down and reached out to plug in the charger, almost suspending my entire body above Ruben. 

This position would seem very flirtatious to outsiders. 

When I sat back down, Ruben’s face was flushed, and he couldn’t look 

me in the eye. 

Indeed, Ruben was very pure. I sighed. 

At this moment, I suddenly noticed a figure at the door of the ward. I turned around to look and saw Tristan standing there. His gaze was serious as he looked at me. 

When did Tristan arrive? Did he see me charge my phone? Such intentional closeness was blatant seduction. 

Things became awkward. I forced a smile. “Dr. Shelton, what are you doing here?” 

“I’m on duty,” Tristan casually answered and walked in. He checked Ruben’s injury briefly and gave a few simple instructions. 

I stood there, feeling a bit guilty. 

Tristan was a bit special to me. In my previous life, the only interaction 

I had with him was when we teamed up to deal with Frederic. We weren’t close before that, and he hadn’t done anything to hurt me. He even helped me with my medical treatment. 

“Can you come out for a moment?” Tristan glanced at me. 

“Okay.” I reluctantly stood up. 

Tristan led me to his office. The other doctors were not there. At his desk, while flipping through patients medical records without looking up, Tristan asked me, “How’s it going with Frederic recently?” 

Tristan’s dark hair was in good condition and was parted to the side. Through his beautiful hairline, I saw his high nose. 

I replied hastily, “Same as usual.” 

“Marriage is like this. That’s why people seek excitement but at a great cost.” Tristan’s voice was just as his appearance suggested, calm and somewhat distant. 

I frowned. “Why don’t you try to persuade Frederic?” 

“I’ve tried, but he didn’t listen.” Tristan closed the medical records and finally looked at me directly. 

“Well, I won’t listen either.” I didn’t even notice the tone of defiance and coquetry in my voice. 

There was a hint of surprise in Tristan’s eyes, as if he was also taken aback by my sudden change in tone. 

Chapter 13 

100% Borius 

I quickly regained my usual tone. “You are Frederic’s good friend. You know better than me what he has done over the years. I haven’t argued with him or done anything out of line. I’ve done my best. I accidentally bumped into the boy just now, so I came to visit him. There is nothing else.” 

I changed so much in front of Frederic because I wanted a divorce, but I didn’t want to lose control in front of others. After all, I had to live a normal life after the divorce. 

Tristan looked at me suspiciously, seeming to have some doubts about my words. 

At this moment, the other doctors returned to the office. Tristan withdrew his gaze and waved his hand. “Yes, he can be discharged tomorrow. Nothing to worry about.” 

Why was the conversation with Tristan even more oppressive than with Frederic? 

In front of Frederic, I didn’t care anything. The worst that could happen was getting a divorce, and that was what I waited for. 

But facing Tristan, I had a feeling of being caught red–handed, as if I had done something shameful and was found out. 

After leaving Tristan’s office, I wanted to go to Ruben’s ward to show concern and consolidate the seduction I had just displayed. However, I stopped in my tracks and quickly returned to Tristan’s office. 

“Dr. Shelton!” I sat down in front of Tristan and lowered my voice. “Shall we have a meal together? Regarding me and Frederic, I do feel upset lately, and I’d like to talk to you.” 

I wasn’t really interested in chatting. What I wanted was that Tristan would meet Emilia carlier so that he could seize the opportunity before Frederic.