Chapter 127: How Could She Have Thought He Was Serious With Her
Charlotte finally realized she was the only one who wasn't valued.
Just her!
She used to think she meant more to Frederick than Katherine did. How naive!
How could she believe he was serious about her?
How could she think he wanted to meet her parents?
It was all wishful thinking!
Charlotte's lips trembled.
She couldn't stand seeing the old lovers embrace. Every second felt like a stab to her heart.
She felt utterly humiliated.
Charlotte gripped the steering wheel. She didn't care about the bad weather or the danger; she just wanted to leave.
But Frederick saw her.
They locked eyes through the rain.
Charlotte sat in the car while he stood in the rain, holding his first love.
Time seemed to freeze.
Charlotte's eyes stung. She looked away and gave a slight smile.
It was truly humiliating!
She wanted to drive off, but Frederick pushed Katherine aside and strode toward her, trying to open the car door.
Charlotte locked it.
Frederick pounded on the window, shouting her name.
"Charlotte! Charlotte, open the door!"
Charlotte turned to look at him, tears in her eyes.
She knew she looked terrible and undignified, but she couldn't hide her sadness anymore.
Frederick looked into her eyes, shocked. He pounded on the door again. "Charlotte, open the door!"
Rainwater poured into his mouth, muffling his voice.
Charlotte mocked herself; making such a proud man explain and apologize was too much, and she didn't want it anymore either!
She gently pressed the gas pedal.
The white BMW slowly drove away in the rain.
The wheels splashed water, creating ripples.
Frederick stepped back.
He stood in the rain, motionless.
His mind was filled with the image of Charlotte crying with red eyes.
How long had she been watching? How long had she been crying?
Katherine ran over.
Looking in the direction the white car had left, she softly said, "Frederick, I'm sorry for making your girlfriend angry! I didn't mean to; I was just sad and wanted to drink; I was just feeling down!"
Frederick didn't say anything.
He wanted to smoke, but his cigarette was damp.
He angrily threw away the pack and cursed.
Katherine leaned against him cautiously. "Frederick, if I hadn't thrown your phone into the water out of spite, Charlotte wouldn't be so angry."
Frederick walked to his car, expressionless.
He was soaked, making a mess of the car, but he didn't care.
Katherine got in. She wanted to say something.
Frederick coldly said, "Katherine, this is the last time! If you feel down again, call the suicide line."
Katherine burst into tears.
She sobbed, "Frederick, even you don't care about me anymore? Frederick, you're the only family I have here!"
Frederick glanced at her.
Tonight, Elijah had called him to check on her. He had planned to settle her down and then find Charlotte, but Katherine had been drinking and trying to take sleeping pills, and she had thrown his phone into the fish tank.
Frederick said, "I'll take you back!"
Charlotte didn't return to her apartment.
The rain was too heavy, and she didn't want to go back.
She parked in front of a hotel.
When she got out, she was drenched, pale, and shivering.
The receptionist quickly checked her in, handing her a room key and some tissues. "Miss, room 1804."
Charlotte wiped herself off and softly thanked her.
In the room, she ran a bath.
She tossed her beautiful dress into the trash. The soaked clothes clung together, just like her, in a sorry state.
Charlotte soaked in the tub.
Feeling miserable, she reached for a drink.
After half a glass, she leaned against the tub's edge and laughed softly. She didn't want to, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw Frederick holding Katherine.
She remembered him saying, "I won't see her anymore, we'll be like we used to be!"
He had even given her beautiful gifts, trying to please her, making her so moved that she spent half the night with him, serving him well.
It had only been a couple of days, and he was holding Katherine again, looking deeply affectionate.
Charlotte laughed through her tears.
She deserved it!
Who told her to believe him, who told her to fall for him? She had actually thought Frederick would have real feelings for her!
Charlotte soaked for half an hour, feeling weak and limp.
The doorbell rang.
Charlotte thought it was room service, so she got up and put on a bathrobe.
But when she opened the door, Frederick was standing outside.
He wasn't in much better state, completely soaked.
Charlotte blocked the doorway.
Frederick's eyes were deep, his voice hoarse. "Charlotte, let me in."
Charlotte stepped aside to let him in.
They needed to talk. Given the situation, it was better to clear things up.
Frederick took a towel to wipe his face.
After that, he reached out to Charlotte.
This gesture was tender, but Charlotte was unmoved. She said coldly, "If you have something to say, go ahead. There's no need for this."
Frederick knew she was angry.
Having lived with her for a while, he knew her occasional temper. Typically, minor issues would blow over after coaxing her. However, considering today's events, he realized that without explaining and soothing her, she might remain upset for quite some time.
He walked up to her and said softly, "I didn't want to see her. But Mr. Mitchell asked me to check on her. He said Katherine was in a bad state."
Charlotte listened blankly.
Frederick gently stroked her face. "You have every right to be angry. Katherine threw my phone into the water, so I couldn't call you."
Charlotte lowered her eyes and smiled softly.
She looked up at him. "Frederick, are you explaining or lying to me?"
Frederick frowned slightly. A man of his status rarely explained anything to a woman, let alone humbled himself.
Charlotte smiled again. "Could you really not make a call? You just didn't care enough! Frederick, Katherine had a falling out with you, but your parents are on good terms. You still have youthful memories. I have nothing! Right, I'm just the woman who sleeps with you."
Charlotte's eyes turned red as she spoke, but she stubbornly refused to cry.
For someone like him, it wasn't worth it!
"You're not!"
Frederick frowned deeply, wanting to touch her.
Charlotte wouldn't let him. She stepped back and looked him in the eye.
Her voice was light but firm. "You're right, I'm not! Frederick, have you ever seen a woman who just sleeps with you but also cooks for you, ties your tie, takes your clothes to the dry cleaners, cleans the house, and runs your bath?"
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