Chapter 150 Dry Her Hair
Frederick was caught off guard and said, "Just leave it there for now. I haven't decided yet."
Jessica chimed in, "What about the piano? You gave it to Miss Russell, and I heard it was pricey. Mr. Hawkins, you don't play either. Should Cherie handle it too?"
Frederick sighed, "That piano is called 'Morning Dew.'"
Jessica pouted, not understanding the piano at all.
Frederick stared at the Morning Dew and finally said, "Just leave it there for now."
Jessica stopped asking questions.
Mr. Hawkins couldn't even get rid of Miss Russell's stuff; he hadn't moved on. Jessica figured it wouldn't be long before he'd be begging to get back together.
With that thought, Jessica went back to work.
Frederick, however, was lost in thought, holding his coffee cup.
Over the next week, Frederick started "coincidentally" running into Charlotte after work.
Sometimes, it was at places Charlotte liked.
Other times, it was at music bars and restaurants Nicholas frequented.
He wasn't close to Nicholas, but their families knew each other, so they were acquaintances.
Nicholas probably didn't know about Frederick and Charlotte's past. But after a while, any guy would sense something was up.
Nicholas asked Charlotte about it once.
Charlotte was a bit surprised; she thought Nicholas had known.
After regaining her composure, she admitted she and Frederick had a past.
She looked at Nicholas.
If he couldn't accept it, she wouldn't force it. Some guys were particular about these things.
Nicholas didn't say anything at the time.
But later, while driving her home, he asked, "Charlotte, if Frederick tried to get you back, would you take him back?"
Men understand men best.
Everyone knew Frederick was against marriage.
Nicholas thought that was why they had broken up.
But recently, Frederick had been hanging around Charlotte a lot. Nicholas figured Frederick was hoping she'd compromise.
He wanted to know if Charlotte would.
Nicholas stared at Charlotte.
She leaned back in her seat.
She turned to look at Nicholas. They'd been getting along well, and except for a kiss on the forehead on Christmas Eve, he hadn't crossed any boundaries.
She knew Nicholas cherished her, and she cherished this relationship too, wanting it to grow.
After a long pause, Charlotte said softly, "Nicholas, I'm serious."
Nicholas relaxed, though no one knew how nervous he had been. He knew he was quite a catch, with a good family background and looks, but compared to Frederick, he felt a bit bland.
Frederick had status and charm; even magazines described him as very manly.
Nicholas felt a bit insecure. But Charlotte's words had reassured him.
He leaned in and kissed her cheek, his voice a bit hoarse. "It's only nine o'clock. Can I come up and sit for a while?"
Charlotte scratched her head.
Earlier at the restaurant, a child had gotten chocolate in her hair.
She smiled apologetically. "I need to wash my hair, so I might not be able to make you coffee."
Nicholas looked at her. "I'm not coming up for coffee. How about I help you dry your hair?"
Charlotte had no reason to refuse.
They'd gone on several dates and were seriously involved. It would be unreasonable not to let him up to her apartment.
She smiled lightly. "I'll make coffee first, then wash my hair."
Nicholas smiled back.
Charlotte hadn't realized she never fully opened up during their dates.
She invited Nicholas to her apartment.
It was on the fourth floor, about 500 square feet, but cozy and nicely decorated.
Charlotte made coffee for Nicholas and then went to wash her hair. When she came out, Nicholas was by the window, holding his coffee.
Charlotte dried her hair with a towel. "What are you looking at?"
Nicholas was eyeing the golden Bentley Continental downstairs. Hearing her, he raised his cup. "The coffee's good."
"Thanks," Charlotte replied.
Nicholas smiled. "Come here, let me dry your hair."
Charlotte handed him the hairdryer and turned her back to Nicholas, not seeing Frederick downstairs.
Nicholas was gentle and proper.
After drying her hair, he hugged her from behind. "I want to stay the night."
Charlotte stiffened slightly.
She gently pulled away. "Nicholas, it's too soon."
Nicholas smiled bitterly.
He appreciated her rationality, but it meant she wasn't fully invested in him. She didn't even desire him.
Nicholas stayed a bit longer, then left.
Downstairs, the Bentley was still there. Frederick, smoking, had one elbow resting outside the window.
Nicholas couldn't help but admire Frederick's handsome profile.
Nicholas nodded gracefully to him as greetings.
Frederick turned slightly, looking at him quietly.
They understood each other without words.
After a while, Frederick chuckled and nodded back.
Before Nicholas could get into his car, Frederick clenched his cigarette between his lips, stepped on the gas, and drove off first.
Nicholas watched the car's tail lights, feeling mixed emotions.
Frederick drove back to his apartment.
He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and sat at the piano.
His fingers fell on the keys, and he closed his eyes, playing "Moonlight Sonata," Charlotte's favorite piece.
Frederick could play the piano but wasn't proficient.
He had never told Charlotte because he didn't think it was necessary.
His plan was to date her for a while, maybe a year or two, then part ways gracefully, giving her a generous compensation.
But they had ended in less than two months.
Charlotte didn't want his compensation; she just wanted to leave and start over.
She seemed happy and content with Nicholas.
It had been 10 days.
Charlotte had been dating Nicholas for 10 days, and Nicholas had already been invited into her home. Would it be long before they slept together?
The piano keys made a dull sound. Frederick quietly looked at the Morning Dew.
He thought of the past—after their first time, he had given her the Morning Dew, and she redecorated his home, delighted like a newlywed.
She had no idea this was how men of status kept their lovers.
He had pampered her and pleased her. In return, he got ultimate sensory and physical enjoyment.
When feelings were involved, it was different. Every time Charlotte was beneath him, emotions flaring, her eyes sparkling with admiration, Frederick felt particularly turned on.
Would she look at Nicholas that way in the future?
No, absolutely not!
He wouldn't allow it!
Ten days was Frederick's limit of patience.
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