Chapter 139 Charlotte, I Miss You
Charlotte paused, lowered her eyes, and smiled. "Frederick, we're from different worlds. My life and choices aren't your concern."
If Frederick thought she regretted it, he was wrong.
Charlotte left without looking back.
Back in the private room, the vibe was still good, except for Lester, who had a playful look in his eyes.
Someone urged her to drink again.
Bernice refused and offered to drink for her.
Mr. Young, who had some status, said, "Ms. Garcia, in business, everyone drinks! At the table, there's no distinction. Besides, Ms. Russell was quite impressive just now!"
Mr. Young handed a glass of red wine to Charlotte.
"Ms. Russell, if you drink this, I'll seriously consider the investment."
Bernice wanted to speak, but Charlotte gently pressed her hand down.
Charlotte smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Young! Of course, I have to show respect."
She picked up the wine glass, ready to drink.
But a well-defined hand gently took the glass from her. "I'll drink this for Ms. Russell," Frederick said lightly.
He slightly curled his lips. "I wonder if I have the right to do so!"
The room fell silent.
No one had expected Frederick to show up and confront Mr. Young.
Frederick being angry for his girlfriend was quite a spectacle.
Lester, holding a cigarette, smiled meaningfully, "Frederick, that's enough."
Frederick gently put his arm around Charlotte's shoulder, ignoring her stiffness.
He smiled. "I came to pick up Charlotte and saw her throwing up in the restroom. I felt quite sorry for her."
He put down the glass. "Mr. Young, what do you say?"
Mr. Young, usually quite arrogant, was silent, and no one else wanted to help.
Frederick looked very upset; who would want to get scolded?
After a long silence, Charlotte picked up the glass and drank it in one go.
She smiled at Mr. Young. "Mr. Young, let's be friends."
Mr. Young was stunned.
His eyes turned a bit red. No matter what he did, he would have offended Frederick, but he hadn't expected Charlotte to help him.
He stood up, poured himself some red wine, and drank three glasses in a row.
Then Mr. Young said to Bernice, "Ms. Russell is great to work with. I'll finalize this investment."
Bernice was happy but more worried about Charlotte.
Charlotte obviously didn't show Frederick any respect. When Mr. Young drank three glasses, she also drank three. As the alcohol took hold, she vaguely realized she didn't want to face Frederick sober in that moment.
She sat in the car, covering her eyes.
Her heart ached unbearably.
What was he doing? Why did he have to appear in front of her?
In her daze, she felt someone beside her.
It was Frederick.
She tilted her head and asked softly, "Why did Ms. Garcia bring me to your car? Frederick, can you please not show up in front of me? I feel uncomfortable every time I see you."
Charlotte, fueled by alcohol, spoke her mind.
"Every time I see your affectionate look, I think of you holding Katherine, and it's really disgusting."
Charlotte gently closed her eyes.
She had no strength to escape, nor could she even if she was sober.
Frederick looked at her pale face from drinking. He did feel sorry for her, but he held it in, even though she hadn't shown him respect by drinking with Mr. Young.
Frederick brushed aside the hair covering her forehead and said softly, "Charlotte, I didn't do anything with her. Give me another chance. Weren't we happy together before?"
Charlotte covered her eyes and laughed.
When she laughed, her body shook, her curves undulating, quite enticing.
After a while, she removed her hand, her eyes blurry. "Happy? It was indeed quite happy."
She leaned in, her slender fingers slowly unbuttoning one of his shirt buttons, her movements very slow, her gaze seductive. Frederick got excited, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Charlotte's fingers wandered over his Adam's apple, sliding gently. She slightly parted her red lips, her voice raspy.
"Frederick, are you still hoping I'll take off my clothes and make love with you? Are you paying me, or am I paying you? Let's make an agreement, no one takes advantage of the other!"
Frederick's aroused face suddenly turned cold.
He grabbed her hand, saying, "Enough!"
Charlotte provoked, "What do you mean enough? Frederick, you came to me just for this! I'll do it with you in the car, okay?"
Frederick buttoned up his shirt.
He stared ahead. "Charlotte, you're drunk!"
Charlotte slumped back in the leather seat.
She laughed lightly.
Even drunk, she could guess he was angry.
Charlotte closed her eyes and recklessly took off her high heels. "Take me home!"
Frederick didn't want to pay attention to her, but he couldn't help but turn his body. "Charlotte, you've been messing with me for so long and just now deliberately embarrassed me. You know damn well you’re just playing off the fact that I like you."
How dare anyone else be arrogant in front of Frederick?
Charlotte lazily said, "Mr. Hawkins. Thank you for liking me. Are you going to make love with me?"
After saying that, she closed her eyes.
Obviously, she was just teasing him.
Even if Frederick wanted to, he wouldn't want to make love with her at this moment, but he did miss her. Even such harsh words felt endearing.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Charlotte, I miss you."
Charlotte didn't respond to him.
His confession felt like a deflated balloon, limp and meaningless.
Frederick gritted his teeth and drove back to his apartment.
When he got out of the car, he thought Charlotte would resist, but she had fallen asleep, probably because she drank too much.
Frederick's restless heart calmed down.
He closed the car door and almost obsessively watched her.
In just a few days, Charlotte had lost a lot of weight, her face sharp, her delicate rose-like lips slightly parted, exuding a silent invitation.
Only when she was asleep did she put away her sharp edges.
Frederick couldn't resist the temptation.
He leaned in and gently kissed her.
Charlotte, drunk, tasted the familiar flavor in her dream. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him passionately.
As they kissed, Charlotte realized something was wrong. She and Frederick seemed to have broken up, severed ties. She had said she would never be with him again.
Charlotte opened her eyes, gazed at his handsome, passionate face, and gently touched it.
Frederick didn't move.
He let her touch his face and whispered, "Charlotte, I know you like me, too. I don't believe you can forget the happiness we had."
Charlotte's eyes were hazy.
She leaned back in the seat, her voice hoarse from the alcohol. "Frederick, why would I like you?"
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