Chapter 151 Frederick, It Was You Who Didn't Want Me
The next day, Charlotte got off work early.
There was a gala tonight, and both she and Nicholas had invitations. They planned to meet at the hotel.
The receptionist smiled as she got off work. "Ms. Russell, you look beautiful today."
Charlotte was in a great mood because of the praise.
She pressed the elevator button, but froze when she stepped in.
Frederick was inside.
He leaned against the wall, looking indifferent, like he'd been there a while.
Charlotte instinctively wanted to step out, but Frederick moved faster.
With a bang, he pinned her against the wall.
She didn't dare move because his arm blocked her chest. Moving would mean getting closer to him.
She glared at him. "Mr. Hawkins, what do you mean?"
Frederick's gaze was intense. "Are you dressed like this for the gala? With Nicholas?"
Charlotte tried to stay calm. "Mr. Hawkins, we broke up. Who I go to a gala with and who I date is my business."
Frederick stepped back. "Do you like him? Are you happier with him than you were with me? Charlotte, I don't believe you can forget me!"
Charlotte's eyes reddened.
They had shared sweet times. She was charmed by his mature demeanor.
Fame and desire excited her.
Falling for Frederick was easy.
But he only wanted her body.
When she asked if he loved her, he had said, "Charlotte, I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want!"
It wasn't that he couldn't; he just wouldn't.
Charlotte felt humiliated. "Frederick, you didn't want me. What's the point of saying this now?"
The elevator hummed as it descended.
Time felt unbearable.
After a while, Frederick spoke, his voice hoarse. "Charlotte, I want you!"
Charlotte looked up, staring at him.
Frederick repeated, "I want you!"
Charlotte's face turned pale. She felt sad, not happy.
"Frederick, you're saying this because I'm with Nicholas. If I were single, you'd just play games with me or call me when you felt like it."
Her voice grew more sorrowful. "You don't like me; it's just your pride speaking."
The elevator doors opened.
Charlotte walked out quickly, as if escaping.
She had been separated from Frederick for a while, but he was her first man, and that short month was so intense.
Every night, the master bedroom was filled with her pleas.
How could she easily forget?
Charlotte got into her car, her hands trembling on the steering wheel.
At this moment, she hated Frederick more than when he said he couldn't give her what she wanted.
What was this?
He had said he didn't want her, but now he missed her and wanted her back.
What did he take her for?
But now, she realized she still liked Frederick!
Charlotte leaned back in her seat, feeling powerless.
The car door opened. Frederick stood outside, his voice hoarse. "Charlotte, I'm sorry!"
He reached out to touch her, but she reflexively slapped him with a loud smack.
They both froze.
Charlotte held her aching palm and softly said, "Mr. Hawkins, I'm sorry."
Frederick didn't care about his pride.
He still held onto the car door, his voice low. "You're not in a state to drive. I'll take you."
Charlotte couldn't agree to that.
After a moment of tension, Frederick pulled her out and grabbed her coat.
Underneath, she wore a light purple dress with a cinched waist.
She looked stunning.
Frederick observed for a few seconds, then put the coat on her, buttoning it up.
"If you don't want me to take you, then take a cab. You're not driving," he whispered.
Charlotte was in a bad state, and he felt a bit heartbroken. As a mature man, he knew she still had feelings for him.
At least for now, Nicholas hadn't surpassed him.
That's why Nicholas couldn't stay at her place last night.
Frederick hailed a cab.
He helped Charlotte into the car and, as the door was about to close, gently said, "Have fun."
Actually, he was supposed to go, too.
As a man, he needed to confront Nicholas head-on.
But that would embarrass Charlotte.
So, Frederick held back and decided to take it slow.
Charlotte sat in the back seat of the cab.
She cried her heart out.
She really didn't want to cry because of Frederick, but he had a way of making her cry.
The cab driver was talkative. "Did you have a fight with your boyfriend? That guy was really good-looking and seemed rich."
He continued, "Miss, don't cry! Men are just jerks. If you give him the cold shoulder, he'll crawl back to you like a dog! Trust me, I was young once, too."
Charlotte couldn't help but laugh through her tears.
She wiped them away and silently looked out the window.
It took her half an hour to shake off Frederick's influence and then she could have a perfect evening.
Charlotte arrived at the banquet hall.
Nicholas hadn't arrived yet, but she saw Bradley and Lily.
They were dressed in matching outfits, hugging and dancing.
Lily's identity naturally drew attention, and Bradley was well-known in Syeattel's social circle.
Charlotte was worried Lily might cause trouble.
She stood in the corner watching when her phone rang.
It was Nicholas.
He apologized, saying he couldn't make it tonight due to a family emergency.
Charlotte's feelings were mixed, but it was just as well they wouldn't meet tonight.
After hanging up, she was about to tell Lily she was leaving early. But then a fight broke out on the dance floor.
Bradley and Robert were the main characters.
Robert had come in casual clothes, looking like he came on a whim, and he was fighting fiercely with Bradley.
Bradley had trained in Taekwondo and was strong, while Robert was no match for him.
Robert was injured in a few moves, blood splattering everywhere.
Women screamed in the banquet hall.
And Lily, the reason why they had fought, just stood there coldly watching, as if Robert wasn't her husband.
This banquet was hosted by some very influential people in Syeattel's literary and artistic circles.
Their commotion was so intense that even the hotel's security got involved. The incident, a whirlwind of chaos and passion, became the hottest news in the city, impossible to suppress. Bradley and Robert became famous overnight, and Lily's reputation was ruined.
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