For The Last One Hundred Days || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 11: Box

"Can I fire you and take care of you instead?"

I didn't know what to feel. Should I be glad because she wants to take care of me? Or sad because she's only doing it out of guilt?

"Please, Becky. I'm begging you. I'm willing to give up acting just to be with you all the time."

I shook my head at Freen's offer.

"Ever since I was diagnosed with cancer, I promised myself I would live life to the fullest. I wanted to do everything on my bucket list, including being with you." I tried to smile through the pain of seeing her so worried and devastated, which tore me apart inside.

"Please." Freen held my hands and gently squeezed them. "I can be whatever you need, Becky. I'll be your maid, servant, or anything you want." I interrupted her words by kissing her forehead.

"Why do you want to take care of me? I can take care of myself." I smiled at her and gently wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I really like you, Becky."

My smile widened when she finally said those words. She didn't know how much I longed to hear them from her. Finally, it wasn't just a one-sided love.

"I mean no." My eyebrows furrowed when she took back her words. "It's more than that, babe."

Freen's hand reached my cheeks and tucked my hair behind my ear. She caressed my cheek and looked at me with teary eyes.

"We'll do everything on your bucket list, but I want you to promise me something," she said without breaking eye contact. "You'll undergo therapy after we complete everything."

I sighed at her condition and looked at the ground, but she lifted my head and kissed me gently.

It was a genuine and passionate kiss.

Freen's face was inches away from mine as she slowly kissed me. She gently bit my lips, seeking entrance, and I slightly parted them, allowing her tongue to slip inside. Her hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer.

I accidentally bumped into the steering wheel, causing us to separate. We both chuckled at the situation, but Freen adjusted the lever to lower the driver's seat height, then pulled me towards her again.

Freen gave me a quick kiss and used her bracelet to tie my hair into a ponytail. I wanted to laugh, but she looked at me so seriously, focusing on my eyes and lips.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Becky?" she asked. "If I were a guy, I would definitely hit on you."

"It's okay. I like women anyway," I replied, then gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you more than most."

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Late in the evening, Freen and I arrived at her house. She quickly went into the bathroom to take a shower while I prepared dinner. She suggested ordering food from a nearby restaurant, but I wanted to cook for her.

I made Pad Thai, a classic stir-fried rice noodle dish with chicken, shrimp or tofu, scrambled eggs, crushed peanuts, bean sprouts, and lime. It was the only recipe I had perfected during my time away.

"What's that? My stomach growled when I smelled the delicious aroma. Can I have a taste?" Freen wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.

"This is your dinner for tonight. Now, if you want to eat, let me go. I need to bring this to the table," I said, but she didn't move. "Freen," I spoke authoritatively, yet in a gentle tone.

Freen shook her head and hugged me even tighter. The scent of her bubble bath filled my nose.

"Let's stay like this for a while, please," she said, burying her face in my shoulder.

Now I could feel her warm, heavy breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Freen slowly untied my white satin lace robe and made me face her, but I couldn't help but grin as she removed it.

"You really like wearing camisoles, don't you?" She raised her eyebrows and playfully tore off the strap of my camisole, causing it to drop to the floor and revealing my undergarments. Then she helped me put my robe back on. "Let's eat."

Freen headed to the dining table, whistling as if she hadn't done anything mischievous. I picked up my camisole and disposed of it since I couldn't use it anymore.

I couldn't predict Freen's emotions or sudden actions. One minute she would behave like an angel, and the next minute she would do something naughty.

"I have a question, Freen," I said while eating. "Heng mentioned that you have a box full of pictures of a girl. Who is she?"

"My name is Babe. The box Heng was talking about is under my bed. If you want to see it, go ahead."

"Who is she?" I asked again.

"It's for you to find out."

If it weren't for me, I'd punish you, Sarocha.