Chapter 141 Charlotte, Sleep in the Master Bedroom
Charlotte felt really uneasy.
She whispered, "I'll make you some spaghetti."
Frederick just stared at her. After a moment, he said hoarsely, "Charlotte, I'm sorry."
Charlotte almost ran out in a panic.
Frederick looked away and lit a cigarette.
About 20 minutes later, an amazing smell came. He knew it was Charlotte's cooking.
Frederick put out his cigarette and walked to the dining room.
Charlotte brought him the spaghetti.
As she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand. "Stay with me."
Charlotte shook her head and said seriously, "Frederick, if you weren't hurt, I wouldn't be here at all!"
She was calm, probably because she'd cried so much at night that she felt numb facing him.
Frederick's eyes darkened.
He didn't push her and quickly finished the spaghetti.
Charlotte brought a blanket from the guest room.
She pointed to the sofa. "I'll sleep here tonight."
Frederick's eyes were intense. "You should sleep in the master bedroom! We've slept together before, and I won't do anything!"
Charlotte wasn't naive.
Frederick had a high sex drive, and lying together would definitely excite him. Besides, they were over, and there was no need to blur the lines.
She calmly refused, "It's better if we keep things clear."
She had drunk tonight and forced herself to stay awake, so she was really tired. She wrapped herself in the blanket and quickly fell asleep on the sofa.
Frederick looked at her sleeping face, his Adam's apple moving.
He walked into the bedroom, grabbed a quilt, and threw it over her. Charlotte didn't wake up but instinctively pulled the quilt around her, looking particularly frail.
Frederick thought about the alcohol she drank tonight, and his heart ached.
Was being with him really that hard for her?
Would she rather drink with others for a chance that might not even work out?
Frederick went into the study and made a phone call.
Ms. Garcia answered.
Ms. Garcia was polite but distant. "Mr. Hawkins, what can I do for you so late?"
Frederick held the phone, his voice especially cold. "Ms. Garcia, do you have any openings for students?"
Ms. Garcia replied, "Of course! We always need more students!"
Ms. Garcia thought, 'We especially need rich kids!'
Frederick said indifferently, "I'll introduce a student to you tomorrow. Let Ms. Russell teach her."
Ms. Garcia was stunned and deliberately asked, "Mr. Hawkins, your child?"
Frederick laughed lightly, "Ms. Garcia, have you ever seen Charlotte pregnant? Just a relative."
No matter what, money coming in was always good. Ms. Garcia subtly asked about Charlotte.
Frederick's tone was ambiguous. "Charlotte was so tired she fell asleep."
When Charlotte woke up early morning, Frederick was already up.
His injury seemed fine, and he was sitting in the dining room drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.
He wore a dark gray shirt paired with a dark tie, looking as handsome as ever.
Charlotte was a bit dazed.
Frederick's gaze fell on her, and he gently reminded her, "You're missing a button."
Charlotte looked down.
Her light champagne shirt was missing the third button.
Because she was sitting, the sides of her shirt naturally opened, revealing her skin.
Charlotte quickly pulled her shirt together.
She searched the sofa for a long time but couldn't find the button.
"Your clothes are still in the walk-in closet. Go change," Frederick said indifferently.
Charlotte didn't respond.
Those expensive clothes were gifts from when he spoiled her, costing thousands. Now that they were apart, she had no reason to accept them.
Just like that piano—no matter how much she liked it, she had no interest in playing it anymore.
Charlotte said softly, "Excuse me. I'd like to borrow the guest room."
She knew where the sewing kit was from living there before. She moved a button from the collar down to the missing spot.
Charlotte didn't shower, just washed her face.
When she came out, she looked at Frederick. "Mr. Hawkins, you seem fine now. I'll be heading back."
Frederick put down the newspaper.
He looked at her quietly. "Have breakfast before you go. It was delivered early this morning."
Charlotte smiled faintly.
She said, "That's not appropriate."
She was so distant and polite it was terrifying. It was clear she wanted to draw a line with him. Frederick didn't know how others got their girlfriends back, but he had a feeling.
Charlotte was harder to deal with than most girls!
He looked at her thoughtfully.
The atmosphere became tense. Charlotte bent slightly. "Mr. Hawkins, thank you for continuing to help my father with his case. I'm very grateful."
Frederick felt extremely uncomfortable.
Charlotte's attitude toward him was like an ordinary citizen toward a public figure, but they had shared the best experiences in this apartment, both in life and physically. They were incredibly compatible.
He was slightly angry.
With long fingers, he picked up the newspaper, his tone indifferent. "Suit yourself."
Charlotte ran out quickly.
She took a cab back to her apartment, took a shower, and changed her clothes.
She had breakfast in the car.
When she arrived at the music studio, Ms. Garcia was quite apologetic. "I really couldn't afford to offend that person last night!"
Charlotte didn't blame her.
She said softly, "We always have to make things clear."
Ms. Garcia handed Charlotte the contract signed by Mr. Young and said admiringly, "Charlotte, you were amazing last night. Mr. Young is notoriously difficult, but you convinced him just like that."
Charlotte smiled faintly.
She knew in her heart that Frederick's appearance last night gave her this chance.
She didn't want to talk about Frederick, so she didn't say anything.
But Ms. Garcia told her another big news. "Last night, Frederick called me and said his relative's child would come to learn piano and specifically asked for you to teach. Charlotte, have you heard of any relatives' children in the Hawkins family? Or is this just Frederick's illegitimate child, and he's trying to cover it up?"
Charlotte thought carefully.
It wasn't strange for him to have relatives with children, but there shouldn't be many that Frederick would go out of his way to help.
Charlotte couldn't figure it out.
Ms. Garcia didn't care and waved her hand. "We'll know when they come."
As she spoke, Ms. Garcia remembered Frederick's words and curiously asked, "Charlotte, did you two make love last night?"
Charlotte was drinking water and immediately spat out a mouthful.
She looked at Ms. Garcia with teary eyes, feeling both embarrassed and angry.
Ms. Garcia shrugged. "He said on the phone that you were so tired you fell asleep, so of course, I thought too much."
Besides, Frederick sounded so unsatisfied last night.
Charlotte wiped her clothes and said softly, "No. He got a bit injured, and I bandaged him up. There's no way anything will happen between us again."
Ms. Garcia felt it was a pity.
Mr. Hawkins had the kind of body, face, and the sexual tension in his eyes. What woman wouldn't be tempted?
While Ms. Garcia was imagining, the phone rang.
"Ms. Russell, Attorney Hawkins' family is here to sign up for your VIP course."
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