Chapter 228

Fred took Felicity's hands and placed them against his chest.

"Here. Can you feel my heart racing?"

The house had underfloor heating, so it was warm enough. Fred had removed his jacket when he arrived home, so he only wore a shirt.

Felicity could feel the toned muscles of his chest through the fabric, which sparked memories in her.

The many intoxicating scenes of that night appeared in her mind. Although it was an accident, she still found it pleasant.

Fred might not be good at fighting, but he was good in bed.

Felicity's hand subconsciously gripped his chest. Her touch made Fred freeze briefly before he said her name, his voice hoarse.

"Felly."

Felicity snapped out of her daze and pulled her hand back from him.

She wore an indifferent expression and said, "Your chest muscles aren't well-trained. You should work out."

Fred wasn't angered by her, though.

He laughed and said, "I shouldn't. If I did, my breasts would become larger than yours—"

He'd barely finished his