Chapter 109: I Won't Pester You
Charlotte hadn't seen him in days.
Now, in his arms, she felt a bit soft inside.
She touched his forehead; still warm.
Charlotte bit her lip.
How had he been taking care of himself?
She caressed his face and whispered, "I'll get the thermometer."
But Frederick held her hand, stopping her. He ended the call and kissed her on the sofa.
Charlotte turned her face away.
Her voice trembled, "No, you still have a fever."
Frederick, close to her neck, noticed the fine hairs.
He said hoarsely, "What does it matter? Maybe it'll help."
Charlotte refused.
She traced his features with her finger and softly said, "You're still sick. Be good, okay?"
Frederick looked at her.
After a while, he sat up. "Make me some oatmeal porridge. I still need to go to the office later."
Charlotte nodded.
She went to the kitchen to cook. Meanwhile, she brought the medicine box and took his temperature.
He still had a fever.
Charlotte poured warm water and handed him a pill.
Frederick, who usually refused medicine, looked at her. "Feed me!"
Since he was sick, Charlotte indulged him and brought the pill to his lips.
Frederick's tongue lightly grazed her hand, leaving a moist trail, all the while keeping his eyes on her.
Charlotte blushed.
She coaxed him into drinking half a cup of water. Seeing he felt a bit better, she went back to the kitchen. When she brought the porridge to the dining room, she found Frederick smoking on the sofa.
He wasn't in good health, and after a few puffs, he started coughing.
Charlotte took the cigarette from his hand and gently extinguished it.
Frederick didn't get angry. Instead, he leaned back and signaled her to feed him the porridge.
Charlotte was helpless.
She wondered who could tolerate his picky nature in the future. But for now, she couldn't refuse him.
She fed him the porridge, but he was fidgety.
Charlotte patiently fed him the entire bowl. Just as she put the bowl down, he pulled her onto his lap.
"Frederick, you're still sick," Charlotte tried to push him away.
Frederick held her chin and kissed her, while his other hand moved downward.
He whispered, "Don't move. Enjoy it."
Half an hour later, Charlotte was changing clothes.
Thinking about what had just happened, she felt a wave of softness.
This was the first time Frederick hadn't focused on his own pleasure but had made her feel good.
"Charlotte, are you ready?"
Frederick's voice came from outside. Charlotte quickly tidied herself up.
In the elevator.
She softly said, "You need to rest! Can't the work wait until tomorrow?"
Frederick glanced at her. "I have a meeting to host."
Charlotte didn't push further. Any more would annoy him and make her uncomfortable.
In the parking lot, Charlotte unlocked a white BMW.
Frederick squinted.
This new car was obviously something Charlotte had just bought, but the card he gave her hadn't shown any large expenses, meaning she had bought it herself.
Frederick sat in the passenger seat.
He loosened his tie and asked, "Why didn't you use my card?"
Charlotte didn't want to argue and vaguely said, "My dad's doing well, and things are stable. Maria gave me some money, so I bought the car."
Frederick lightly pressed his hand on the steering wheel, stopping her from driving.
He asked again, "And what else?"
Charlotte didn't hide it. "I'm planning to open a music studio with some former colleagues. Almost ready."
She looked at him quietly.
Though she didn't need his permission, fewer disagreements were better.
Frederick moved his hand away.
He leaned back and asked softly, "You're not planning to go to Novaria for further studies?"
Charlotte hadn't expected that.
She overthought it for a moment and said softly, "Mr. Hawkins, don't worry. If that day comes, I won't cling to you or ruin anything. So, whether I go to Novaria or not, it's the same."
Her eyes turned slightly red.
Frederick looked at her quietly.
This kind of conversation was unpleasant; they both knew it.
Frederick hadn't seen her for days, and they had just had a brief intimate moment. She had taken care of him so gently. If he pushed her further, he'd be a real jerk.
So he smiled gently. "What's wrong? Calling me Mr. Hawkins now? Actually, I think it's great for you to have a career."
Charlotte felt relieved.
Frederick was good at adjusting the atmosphere. Not only did he not oppose her, but he also gave her some professional advice.
Charlotte was delighted.
She relaxed and started talking about the music studio while driving, mentioning the difficulty of finding a venue, "But we'll find a suitable one eventually! Ms. Garcia has quite a few connections."
She shared her joy with him.
Frederick was patient, which naturally resolved their little conflict. When they got out of the car, Charlotte offered, "Shall I pick you up tonight?"
Frederick smiled slowly. "I wouldn't be so ungentlemanly as to let a lady always pick up and drop off."
Charlotte didn't insist. She reminded him to take his medicine. "If it doesn't get better, I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."
Frederick smiled, opened the car door, and got out.
At the office, the first thing he did wasn't to go to the meeting but to instruct Cherie, "Check Miss Russell's spending records for me."
Cherie was taken aback.
She guessed Frederick and Charlotte had a disagreement.
She checked right away, and within ten minutes, she placed the records in front of Frederick. "These are the spending records for the card attached to your account. Miss Russell hasn't used this card for a week."
Frederick dismissed Cherie.
He quietly looked at the transaction records and then leaned back in his chair.
Charlotte wasn't spending his money and had bought a car herself. She was starting her own business.
These were decisions made by a well-bred woman. Frederick never questioned Charlotte's character and knew she was content with material possessions.
But he was willing to spend money on Charlotte. Even if they separated one day, he would compensate her.
But what she was doing now wasn't what Frederick wanted!
He wanted a simpler relationship.
But Frederick knew Charlotte's temperament. If he didn't respect her feelings, her tenderness, her affectionate gaze, and her care would all be withdrawn!
After weighing his options, Frederick made a slight concession.
He leaned forward and pressed the intercom. "Cherie, come in."
Cherie thought it was time for the meeting, but when she entered, she saw Frederick sipping coffee and casually asking, "Do I have any commercial properties around 2,000 square feet in a good location?"
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