Chapter 125: Charlotte, I Never Touched Her
Charlotte bit her lip gently.
He was so shameless!
She felt a deep sadness. Frederick didn't really care about her or Katherine.
Frederick liked her body. He wasn't tired of her yet, so he humored her sometimes.
As for Katherine, he looked down on her and even hated her, but he still gave her false hope, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Thinking this, Charlotte felt calm.
She said coldly, "We'll talk when you get back."
Frederick stared at her back for a moment, then walked out.
Katherine was waiting at the door, looking pale.
She had seen it all.
She saw Frederick humoring Charlotte, subtly caring for her. She used to think all of this was hers. But seeing it firsthand, she realized Frederick's affections had shifted.
Katherine wasn't ready to give up.
She said softly, "Come to my place for a drink, okay?"
Frederick neither agreed nor disagreed. In the car, he finally spoke, "Katherine, you've been chasing me for a while. I won't deny it's a bit thrilling, but we both know this is just a game, nothing more."
Katherine's face turned ashen.
Frederick lit a cigarette.
He exhaled smoke slowly and looked at Katherine. "We're over. But we still have ties because of Mr. Mitchell. Don't make it too embarrassing."
Katherine's lips trembled. "Is it because of Charlotte? Have you fallen for her?"
Frederick didn't respond. His private life was none of Katherine's business.
After a long silence, Katherine smiled faintly. "Frederick, I wish you well."
Charlotte thought Frederick might not come back all night. After all, old lovers reunited, and Katherine came over tonight just for him.
Unexpectedly, Frederick returned at one in the morning.
By then, Charlotte was already asleep.
He took off his coat and hugged her from behind, gently nibbling on her neck.
His hand reached over to check her body.
Charlotte moaned softly.
Frederick's voice was hoarse. "Feeling better?"
Charlotte grabbed his hand, stopping him. "It still hurts a bit."
They hadn't had sex in a while. Although Frederick had been satisfied that night, at his age, he wanted to have Charlotte every night.
He couldn't help but want to kiss her.
Charlotte felt resistant. She turned her head away, her voice breaking.
"Frederick. I'm tired, don't do this. I don't want to!"
She finally spoke the truth. Frederick propped himself up on one arm, looking down at her.
He knew what she was thinking.
His eyes fixed on her, and he couldn't help but lower his head to gently rub his nose against hers.
Frederick whispered, "Charlotte, I haven't touched her, ever."
Charlotte's thoughts were easily guessed. She felt both embarrassed and angry, turning her face away. "How do I know!"
Frederick was in a good mood tonight.
He lightly nibbled on her nose.
His tone carried a hint of mischief. "I have a way to prove it. Ms. Russell, want to try?"
As he spoke, he grabbed her hand, guiding it to himself.
Charlotte let out a small scream, lightly struggling.
The more she resisted, the more interesting it was for him, feeling quite exciting.
He teased her, "Now you know, right? I haven't used my stamina on any other woman, saving it all for you. Whenever you're willing, just let me know, okay?"
Charlotte was bullied to the point of tears, her nose turning red.
Frederick leaned close, his voice hoarse with an indecent request.
Charlotte refused, but he was dominant, and she half-heartedly complied.
In the heat of the moment, his phone rang.
The call wasn't labeled, but Charlotte guessed it was Katherine.
She turned her back to him, saying softly, "Go ahead and answer it."
Frederick glanced at the phone, then hung up and turned it off.
He didn't push her anymore, just hugged her from behind. "I won't see her again. Let's go back to how we were before, okay?"
Charlotte didn't say anything.
But he had been very good tonight, and she liked him deep down. Now that he was softening and trying to please her, how could she not be moved?
She held back from responding to him.
But when Frederick started to touch her again, she didn't refuse.
Charlotte got busy.
She and Frederick were in a push-and-pull. He rarely went out for social events anymore, and even if he didn't come home at night, he was working late at the office.
As for Katherine, it was as if she had disappeared from their lives.
Charlotte treated him with indifference.
The night before, he wanted her, and Charlotte didn't push him away. She let him enjoy himself, but there was always a lack of initiative in bed.
They stopped after one round that night.
Afterward, he leaned against the headboard, smoking, not saying anything.
But his gaze was deep, as if he saw right through Charlotte.
Ever since Katherine returned, their intimate moments had been different.
The music studio was about to open, and Charlotte received many congratulatory gifts. Various gift boxes piled up on her desk.
Charlotte opened them one by one, making a list. These would all need to be reciprocated later.
When she opened a golden glass box, Charlotte noticed the familiar handwriting on the outside.
Looking closer, she saw it was from Frederick.
Charlotte was quite surprised he would send a gift to the music studio, but it was still a pleasant surprise. No woman would dislike it.
She gently opened it.
She had thought he would send expensive jewelry, but to her surprise, it was a pair of ancient butterfly specimens.
The two butterflies displayed a noticeable difference in size, likely indicating a male and a female. Their vibrant colors and lifelike poses were exceptionally well-preserved, making them rare specimens.
Frederick had also included a card.
Charlotte gently opened it, and there was only one sentence—to my morning dew.
Charlotte was, after all, a young girl. Despite her guard and disappointment in him, no woman could resist such a gift and such sweet words.
She gently touched it, feeling her hard heart quietly melt.
At that moment, her phone rang. It was Frederick calling.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then answered.
Frederick's voice was gentle. "Did you get the gift? Do you like it?"
Charlotte softly replied, "Yes."
She said, "These are Ice Age butterflies, and this is only a pair of specimens left today. Frederick, how did you know I liked this in high school?"
Frederick chuckled softly.
He sat in his office, gently swiveling in the leather chair.
He didn't answer her question, only said softly, "Have dinner at home? Some groceries were delivered. Let's open a bottle of red wine, okay?"
Charlotte wasn't naive.
Frederick's invitation was clearly an attempt to get intimate with her, and he wanted her enthusiastic cooperation.
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