Chapter 119: The Love He Never Has to Beg For

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Love He Never Has to Beg For

~Third- POV~

Frederick smiled, warmth spreading through his chest as he wrapped his broad arms around Reynold and held him close.

If I already mean everything to you now, Frederick thought, resting his chin on Reynold’s shoulder, I wonder how you’ll feel when you finally see what I have planned for you in Paris. I’m the lucky one, my little angel.

He held Reynold a little tighter, gently rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet office. Gradually, Reynold relaxed against him, his eyelids growing heavy until he finally drifted off with his head resting against Frederick’s chest on the sofa.

Frederick chuckled softly and kissed his hair.

"Sweetheart, wake up, baby. Let’s move to the private suite so you can rest properly until it’s time to leave."

Reynold let out a sleepy whine and buried his face deeper into Frederick’s neck.

"Nooo... I want to sleep right here with you."

"You won’t be comfortable on the sofa, baby," Frederick said gently, smiling at his reluctance. "If you wake up with body aches, I’ll be the one worrying about you. Do you want Daddy to worry?"

Hearing that, Reynold reluctantly opened his eyes, pouting slightly. He sat up, letting Frederick take his hand to help him off the sofa. Together, they walked into the executive office’s attached private suite, where a plush, king-sized bed awaited them.

The moment Reynold’s head hit the soft pillows, he pulled Frederick down with him, resting his face against Frederick’s chest. Within seconds, he was fast asleep again. Frederick wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, and soon lulled into a peaceful nap himself.

They slept peacefully in each other’s arms until, an hour before their scheduled departure, a firm, polite knock sounded at the suite door. Frederick’s assistant had come to wake them, following the instructions Frederick had given earlier to ensure they had enough time to prepare for their flight to Paris.

"Sir, it’s time," the assistant called through the door. Having delivered his message, he turned and walked away.

Frederick opened his eyes instantly, his sharp focus returning. He sat up smoothly and gently shook Reynold’s shoulder. "Sweetheart... wake up. It’s time to get ready."

Hearing the words get ready, Reynold’s eyes snapped wide open, all traces of sleep vanishing in an instant as excitement rushed through his veins. Frederick helped him out of bed just as another knock sounded at the door.

He stepped into the main office and found his driver waiting respectfully outside, holding two luxury garment bags containing their travel outfits.

"Your travel attire, Mr. Corvin," the driver said, bowing slightly as he presented the bags.

"Thank you," Frederick replied, accepting them.

The driver bowed once more before leaving.

Frederick returned to the private suite, where he and Reynold changed out of their formal suits and into their travel outfits. Reynold wore an oversized charcoal hoodie with matching loose-fitting trousers, a white T-shirt underneath, white sneakers, and a black beanie. Frederick wore a white turtleneck beneath a long, elegant white coat, paired with tailored white trousers and white sneakers.

Once they were both finished, Frederick laced his fingers through Reynold’s, leading him back out into the main office suite.

Reynold rubbed his stomach lightly, looking up at Frederick with a cute pout. "Daddy... I’m hungry."

Frederick smiled, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead. "The moment we step inside the plane, I’ll have the chef prepare a hot meal for you first thing."

"Okay, Daddy," Reynold replied sweetly, his heart light and happy.

They left the private suite and walked toward the elevator, taking the private executive elevator directly down to the underground garage. A convoy of gleaming black luxury cars waited for them, with bodyguards ready to open the doors as soon as they approached.

Frederick and Reynold settled into the back seat of the lead car, and the convoy pulled out of the garage, heading toward the private aviation terminal.

As they made their way through the city, Frederick kept Reynold close beside him, their fingers intertwined. Outside the window, cars moved steadily through the evening traffic as pedestrians went about their business. Reynold occasionally turned to look at Frederick, who seemed relaxed despite the busy day. They spent the journey enjoying each other’s company, leaving the stress of the confrontation with Eva behind as they looked forward to their trip to Paris.

After some time on the road, the convoy left the busy streets behind and approached the exclusive private aviation terminal. The security vehicles led them through the entrance, and the gates opened to allow their cars onto the grounds. Under the bright floodlights, Frederick’s luxurious private jet stood ready on the tarmac, its polished exterior gleaming against the darkening evening sky.

The convoy came to a stop near the aircraft. The driver stepped out and hurried around to open the door.

"We’ve arrived, Mr. Corvin," he announced respectfully.

Frederick stepped out into the cool evening air, then turned and offered Reynold his hand to help him out of the car. Once Reynold was beside him, Frederick laced their fingers together and led him toward the aircraft.

The terminal manager and chief flight coordinator stood near the foot of the airstairs, accompanied by two airfield officers. As Frederick approached with Reynold, the staff greeted him with respectful bows.

"Good evening, Mr. Corvin," the terminal manager said. "Everything has been prepared according to your instructions. Your flight clearance is confirmed, and the crew is standing by."

"Good evening. Excellent work," Frederick replied calmly.

"It’s an honor to serve you, sir," the manager said, stepping aside. He then turned to Reynold with a polite smile. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Blake."

Reynold leaned closer to Frederick and whispered, "Daddy, they’re showing me respect too."

"As they should, baby." Frederick smiled and squeezed his hand. "You’re my man, my baby, my partner, my little pet, and my joy-giver. Whatever respect they show me, they should show you the same. You’re important to me, sweetheart, and I want everyone to treat you accordingly."

Reynold’s heart fluttered as he listened to Frederick’s affectionate words, a wide smile spreading across his face. He looked at Frederick, then glanced at the people standing around them, still amazed by the respect and authority his partner commanded.

Everyone on the airfield treated Frederick like royalty, yet the same man who carried himself with such authority held Reynold’s hand tenderly and looked at him with so much love. Reynold couldn’t help feeling special knowing he had that side of Frederick all to himself.

"Shall we, sweetheart?" Frederick murmured.

"Yes, Daddy," Reynold replied with a sweet smile.

Frederick gently took his hand and led him up the illuminated airstairs toward the open cabin door...