Chapter 144 Frederick, Do You Love Me
Charlotte, not wanting any drama, drove to her dad's place.
When she showed up out of the blue, William and Maria were both surprised and happy.
Maria pulled her inside, grinning. "Your dad was just thinking about you! You two are so in sync!"
Charlotte set down the fruit and started chatting with William.
Suddenly, Maria called from the kitchen. "Charlotte, come help me."
Charlotte smiled and agreed.
As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, Maria shut the door.
"What's up, Maria?" Charlotte asked, confused.
Maria pointed out the window. "Isn't that Mr. Hawkins' car? It's been there a while. Did you two fight or break up?"
Charlotte hadn't expected Frederick to follow her.
She casually washed some strawberries. "We're done!"
Just then, Frederick got out of the car with a gift box, heading upstairs.
Maria whispered, "He seems to really like you. Want to reconsider?"
Charlotte shook her head.
The doorbell rang.
Maria laughed, "He's here."
Charlotte felt annoyed.
If he had shown up before, she would've been thrilled. But now that they were over, what was he doing here?
She rushed ahead of Maria. "I'll handle it."
Charlotte opened the door.
Frederick stood there, holding imported fruit, eyes locked on her.
Charlotte stepped outside, closing the door behind her. "Frederick, what are you doing here?"
Frederick smiled. "To see William and Maria!"
Charlotte bit her lip. "We're done. You don't need to do this."
William's voice came from inside. "Charlotte, who is it? Invite them in!"
Charlotte replied, "Just an insurance salesman!"
William bought it with an "Oh."
Charlotte pushed Frederick. "You should go."
Frederick didn't budge and shouted, "Mr. Russell, I'm Charlotte's boyfriend."
Charlotte was furious. "Frederick, have some shame!"
"I don't care! Charlotte, do you want to introduce me as your boyfriend, or should I tell your dad we're just sex partners?"
Charlotte's face turned red.
Frederick gently pinched her cheek.
"If you don't let me in, I'll find a way to stay over at your place."
Charlotte wasn't having it.
But William had already opened the door, seeing Frederick holding Charlotte.
Frederick instantly switched to his charming mode.
"Hello, Mr. Russell! I'm Frederick Hawkins, Charlotte's boyfriend and your attorney."
William immediately liked him.
He looked at Charlotte. "Why leave Mr. Hawkins outside?"
He then smiled at Frederick. "Charlotte can be a bit thoughtless, please excuse her."
Frederick smiled. "Charlotte is wonderful! Even her little tantrums are adorable."
Charlotte followed, thinking he was shameless.
Frederick made himself at home.
He was smooth, easily winning over William and Maria. He kept calling William "Mr. Russell" and praised Maria's cooking, making them both so happy they were almost ready to hand Charlotte over to him.
William was in a great mood and pulled out a chess set. "Frederick, let's play!"
Frederick smiled. "Sure, Mr. Russell, but you'll have to go easy on me."
He took off his black coat and handed it to Charlotte, saying in a familiar tone, "Go cut some fruit."
William and Maria exchanged satisfied glances.
Charlotte gritted her teeth and went to cut the fruit.
Halfway through, Frederick came into the kitchen and closed the door.
"Frederick, what are you doing?" Before she could finish, he kissed her.
She stared at him in shock.
Frederick's voice was husky. "Forgot how to kiss? Relax and let me kiss you."
Charlotte's neck was held straight.
She clenched her fists and hit his shoulder. "Frederick, you jerk!"
Frederick teased, "Don't make a sound! The jerk is going to kiss you."
The sensation was thrilling.
Just a door away were her parents, and if she made any noise, William and Maria would know what they were doing.
Charlotte's fists pressed against his shoulder.
Frederick held her waist, caressing back and forth.
He was skilled, and Charlotte, being kissed and teased in such a place, slowly started to feel aroused.
But she felt ashamed.
Just as Frederick wanted to go further, Charlotte's body stiffened.
She was scared; she feared his touch there.
The memory of that night was nothing but pain.
"No." Charlotte whispered against his shoulder. "Frederick, please let me go. I can't handle your games anymore!"
Frederick felt a strong urge, especially since it had been days for him.
But he sensed Charlotte's resistance; her body craved him, but her mind rejected him.
He turned his head and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Charlotte, I'm not playing games!"
He was serious, wanting to pursue her and date her.
Their time together had been wonderful, and he missed it.
"I don't want to! Frederick, I admit I have feelings for you. But I don't want to continue!"
Charlotte finished speaking, gently pushed him away, and quickly opened the door.
Frederick felt extremely uncomfortable.
After making out with her for so long, he was somewhat aroused; William could easily notice his bulge.
William, however, was still smiling. "Frederick, aren't you coming?"
Frederick used washing his hands as a cover, glaring at Charlotte while saying, "I'll be right there."
Charlotte's cheeks were slightly red. She brought the fruit to the living room and then hid in her room.
Frederick stayed at the Russell residence for quite a while, leaving only late at night.
He stood at Charlotte's bedroom door. "Charlotte, I'm leaving now!"
Charlotte didn't want to respond.
William liked Frederick a lot and said, "Charlotte, don't be rude. Go see Frederick off."
Charlotte also wanted to make things clear.
She didn't want Frederick coming to her house again.
She silently put on her coat and followed Frederick downstairs.
Frederick opened the passenger door. "Get in the car to talk."
Charlotte didn't move. "Let's talk here."
Frederick lit a cigarette, took a puff, and smiled. "What do you want to say? That I shouldn't come to your house again?"
Charlotte glared at him.
Frederick grabbed her and pressed her against the car, whispering close to her, "Your body still responds to me, so why won't you be with me?"
He kissed her lightly, trying to ignite her passion.
Charlotte initially resisted, but then she stopped moving, letting him do as he pleased.
After a long while, she asked softly, "Frederick, do you love me?"
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