Chapter 128: Frederick, Let's End This
The room was eerily quiet.
Frederick's throat tightened.
He hadn't realized how much his actions hurt Charlotte.
He looked at her deeply.
After a long pause, he softly said, "I didn't know you cared so much."
Charlotte gave a bitter smile.
She looked him in the eye and said bluntly, "I do care. I took it seriously! Frederick, I can't do this anymore. So what now?"
She suddenly calmed down, her voice tinged with fatigue.
"Frederick, let's end this."
Frederick stared at her. After a moment, he softly replied, "You're ending this over today? Charlotte, do you think you can end this if I don't want to?"
Charlotte's eyes welled up. She knew Frederick too well. He didn't want marriage; he just played around. She was probably the most interesting thing he'd found, which is why he hadn't gotten bored yet.
He was really something.
Charlotte clenched her fists, trying to stay composed, making her tone seem casual.
"Fine, we won't end it. Mr. Hawkins, if you need me, just call, and I'll be there."
Frederick stared at her, his tone light. "So, if I need you, you'll come home to sleep with me? Is that what you mean? Charlotte, are you planning to move out?"
He stepped forward, pinning Charlotte against the TV cabinet.
The TV screen reflected their overlapping figures, making the scene even more intense.
Frederick's patience had run out.
He had never tried so hard to please a woman.
With anger, he grabbed her chin and kissed her forcefully.
At that moment, Charlotte didn't want it at all.
But instead of pushing him away, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately. Soon, Frederick was aroused.
He touched Charlotte's face, his voice hoarse. "I want to do it."
Charlotte mimicked his actions, caressing his face.
She lifted herself up and whispered in his ear, "We don't do it in the apartment. Frederick, our kind of relationship only deserves a hotel. And don't call it 'home,' because that would be an insult."
Frederick stopped.
He propped himself up, looking down at her.
Her face was fair, her features delicate.
But she showed no emotion; the kiss was just an act.
His long fingers gently stroked her eyebrow, his favorite spot to touch.
Charlotte trembled slightly.
Frederick was also angry. Although he had desires, his pride wouldn't let him continue.
He leaned down and lightly bit her earlobe. "Ms. Russell, you're absolutely right. I broke up with Katherine, but our parents are on good terms; it could never get as bad as it is with you. If you want to move out, fine, but don't regret it."
He said maliciously, "You've gotten used to my sweet treatment; won't it be hard to suddenly go without?"
When it came to being shameless, women were never a match for men.
Charlotte's face turned red with anger.
Frederick chuckled lightly.
He got up and stood at the foot of the bed, adjusting his belt in front of her, his slow movements mocking.
Charlotte knew this was the real Frederick.
No matter how excellent or reputable he was, whether a legal elite or a financial genius, he was still part of that circle, and men in that circle knew how to play and manipulate women.
Charlotte angrily kicked him.
Frederick easily caught her foot and moved closer.
"Don't move! Charlotte, I actually feel sorry for you. Don't play these games," he snorted.
Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes.
Frederick wanted to have sex with her but gritted his teeth and left instead, slamming the door behind him.
Charlotte thought, she had really upset him, but whether he was upset or not, what did it matter to her?
She didn't want to dwell on it anymore, so she pulled up the blanket and fell asleep.
When she woke up, she was holding a pillow.
She habitually whispered, "Frederick."
Suddenly, her eyes opened.
It wasn't Frederick!
How could it be him? They had had a big fight last night.
Charlotte rubbed her eyes, feeling sore and uncomfortable. She was about to wash her face when Ms. Garcia called.
"Charlotte, there's something important."
Charlotte leaned against the pillow. "Ms. Garcia, go ahead."
Ms. Garcia's tone was excited but hesitant. "Charlotte, the owner of the music center where we used to work is immigrating. He wants to sell the center. I probed a bit, and the price is around 3 million dollars."
Charlotte paused. "Ms. Garcia, do you want to take it over?"
Ms. Garcia chuckled, "I can't do it alone! I'm discussing it with you. Charlotte, this is a great opportunity. If we take it over, we could monopolize thirty percent of the market in this city."
She hesitated and asked, "Charlotte, how are things on your end?"
Charlotte saw the potential!
The music center was well-established, and the teachers were industry elites. It was a sure profit. But...
Charlotte told Ms. Garcia the truth.
"I had a fight with Frederick. I can only come up with about 300,000 dollars."
Ms. Garcia wasn't surprised.
Frederick hadn't come last night; it would be strange if they didn't fight.
Besides, she had heard his first love was back.
Ms. Garcia was understanding. "As long as you agree! If we don't have the funds, we'll raise them. I'll try my best to get financing; we'll get the money somehow."
Charlotte was touched.
In her moment of despair, she was grateful to have someone pull her out, preventing her from sinking deeper.
"Don't worry, Ms. Garcia, I'll also think of a way."
After Ms. Garcia comforted her, Charlotte's heart seemed to hurt a little less.
She got up, called room service to buy her a set of clothes from the mall. After freshening up, she was about to go out.
She didn't trust sending Ethan and Oliver's $500,000 by courier.
She had to deliver it personally.
When Charlotte drove and delivered Oliver's check to his company's front desk, Oliver was in a meeting.
When he got the check, Charlotte had already driven away.
He called her to complain, "Charlotte, you won't even give me a chance to have a meal with you?"
Charlotte had always treated him well.
She spoke gently, "Oliver, next time, you pick a time."
Oliver stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his 36th-floor office, his long fingers playing with the blinds, his voice a bit hoarse.
"Charlotte, if you break up with him, will you consider me? I'll make you happy."
Charlotte was silent.
She guessed that what had happened last night was probably known to Oliver's circle.
In her moment of distress, Oliver gently said, "Don't feel burdened, Charlotte! I just want to let you know, the choice is yours."
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