Chapter 101: She Loves Everything About Him
Frederick walked into the apartment.
Charlotte had just finished her bath. Instead of pajamas, she wore one of his black shirts, her long hair flowing freely. She looked stunning!
She knelt by the bed, applying lotion, her curves moving enticingly.
Frederick hugged her from behind and took the lotion from her hand.
Charlotte leaned into him and softly asked, "Did they leave?"
Frederick hummed in response.
He brushed her hair aside, applied lotion to her neck, and asked, "Is your hair color temporary? Why didn't you wash it out?"
Charlotte blushed and whispered, "I saw you liked it, so I'll wash it out tomorrow."
Frederick chuckled.
He finished applying the lotion, then gently pushed her down, admiring her beauty.
Her long hair blended with the sheets, her face was like a painting, and her legs were mesmerizing.
Still stirred by Ethan, Frederick was rougher tonight than usual.
By the time he was satisfied, it was past two in the morning.
Charlotte leaned against Frederick, drowsy from his scent, but suddenly remembered something and softly asked, "Chloe knew my number. What if she comes again?"
Frederick, eyes closed, calmly said, "If she wants to come, let her."
Charlotte propped herself up on one arm, traced his nose, and hesitated before asking, "Frederick, should I tell Chloe about my past with Ethan?"
Frederick opened his eyes slightly, stared at her, and asked, "Your past with Ethan?"
Charlotte got nervous and couldn't speak.
Frederick closed his eyes again, held her, gently rubbed her hair, and said, "There's no need."
Charlotte pondered his words, not understanding.
Later, Chloe came over two more times, but without Ethan, just for meals.
Chloe, pampered but simple, even brought Charlotte gifts to improve their relationship.
Charlotte felt a bit helpless.
That night, after sending Chloe off, Frederick came back. He smelled the food and frowned. "Chloe was here?"
"How did you know?" Charlotte took his coat and hung it up.
Frederick pinched her cheek. "The smell of fried food! You usually don't like this."
Charlotte preferred light food, and her skin was delicate. Frederick liked this habit.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Frederick was young and vigorous, and since they had just started being together, they almost made love every night.
When Charlotte took the initiative, he assumed she wanted it.
He held her, kissing her urgently, almost about to have sex right at the door.
After a while, Charlotte pressed against his nose and whispered, "I ate it today, too! It was pretty good; Chloe brought a frying pot over."
Frederick was surprised.
He hadn't expected Charlotte to get along with Chloe and even be influenced by her.
He lazily patted her. "You've picked up some of Chloe's bad habits."
Charlotte said sheepishly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it!"
Frederick looked at her for a long time, then leaned close to her ear and asked, "You seem to like Chloe a lot. Ms. Russell, is this a case of 'love me, love my dog'?"
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