Chapter 155 What Nicholas Can Give, I Can Give, Too
As Frederick spoke, excitement coursing through him.
Even though she had been with Nicholas for ten days, all they had done was blow-dry her hair.
She had only slept with Frederick.
Frederick coaxed her, "Charlotte, be good. I want to make love."
He started to take off his shirt.
A soft sobbing filled the small room.
Frederick was surprised.
Charlotte curled up, whispering "no" and saying it hurt.
Frederick felt a rush of excitement. He kissed her. "I haven't even started yet, how can it hurt?"
Charlotte opened her tear-filled eyes.
She gently touched his face, saying, "It hurt during the surgery! When the machine went in, it was so painful. Frederick, you weren't there, so I just grabbed the bedsheet."
As she spoke, she started to cry.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Charlotte murmured, "It hurt so much. I counted every second of that half hour, hoping for the pain to end. But it never did. Frederick, you took me to the hospital, so why did you go to Katherine afterward? Seeing her so happy made me feel like a joke. I wasn't even a stand-in."
Charlotte was drunk, or maybe she wasn't.
She used this moment to tell him her true feelings, just to refuse him.
"Frederick, I don't want to ruin myself anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore."
Frederick listened, his heart aching.
Charlotte had never told him any of this.
Was that night really so unforgettable for her? To the point where she didn't even want to be with him now?
She was half-drunk, and Frederick could have coaxed her.
With his skills, he could make her relax, and then they would have a passionate night. But when Charlotte said it hurt, he hesitated.
His desire slowly cooled.
He didn't leave her but gently embraced her.
He pressed his face against hers, against her soft neck, and softly comforted her, "You won't hurt anymore! Charlotte, it won't hurt anymore. I'll be careful, and even if you go to the hospital, I'll be with you, okay?"
Charlotte didn't respond.
She cried herself to sleep in his arms.
The night was deep and quiet.
In such moments, hearts easily softened.
Frederick admitted he was cold, but all his tenderness was for Charlotte.
But Charlotte felt it wasn't enough.
She didn't want him; she'd rather search through trash, hoping to find a treasure.
Frederick sneered.
How could there be a treasure in the trash?
Frederick was confident that he was the treasure Charlotte was looking for. No one else could have her; whoever did would be unlucky.
Frederick knew he was domineering, but so what!
All he wanted was for her to come back to him. Although he didn't succeed, he managed to drive away Nicholas, his rival, so Frederick was in a pretty good mood.
He carried Charlotte to the bedroom.
Watching her lie on the soft bed, he even stuffed a bunny doll into her arms. She looked so cute and alluring.
Frederick took off his clothes and went to her small bathroom to take a shower.
There were no pajamas for him, so he went to bed shirtless, holding her as he slept.
The night grew quieter.
Early in the morning, Charlotte woke up and was startled.
Frederick, why was he in her bed?
"Do you want a good morning kiss?" he asked lazily.
Charlotte bit her lip. "Why are you in my house? Frederick, get out! You jerk!"
Frederick pressed her down and kissed her for a long time.
When the kiss ended, Charlotte fell to the side, breathing lightly.
She hadn't even brushed her teeth, and he could stand it.
As her rationality returned, memories from the previous night replayed in her mind. She had gotten drunk, he had come over, and then he had kissed her on the sofa. She had cried and said a lot.
Charlotte's face turned sour. She lifted the blanket to check.
Frederick had already gotten up. Seeing her reaction, he sneered, "You were crying and saying it hurt so much, how could I do anything?"
Charlotte blushed, cursed him again, and told him to get out.
Frederick had thick skin.
He picked up his pants and shirt in front of her and put them on slowly, as if something really had happened last night. Plus, his body was really good, especially the clear muscle lines, which were very tempting.
Charlotte didn't dare to look.
She turned her face away uncomfortably, biting her lip. "Leave the key."
Frederick smiled. "I paid for the key, why should I give it to you?"
Charlotte was furious; he was really shameless.
Frederick zipped up his pants.
He walked over, admiring her angry, red face. She looked so beautiful; he could look at her forever without ever growing weary.
Frederick whispered, "Charlotte, let's start over, okay? I don't know if we can make it to the end, but whatever Nicholas is willing to give you, I am, too. Let's try, and if in the future we realize we are meant for each other, we will get married."
After he finished speaking, he looked at her deeply.
Charlotte was a little tempted to say yes.
After all, she still liked him, but her heart had been hurt once. How could the wound heal so easily?
After a while, she said softly, "Frederick, let's just forget it."
Frederick frowned.
He was about to say something when his phone rang. It was Elijah calling.
Charlotte didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she said, "Take the call."
After speaking, she got up and went to the bathroom.
Frederick didn't catch her, so he sat on the bed and answered the call.
On the other end, Elijah was in Novaria, sounding quite anxious. "Frederick, Katherine is losing a lot of blood and needs a transfusion. The hospital in Novaria is running low on blood, and they can't get any in time! Frederick, I wouldn't ask for your help unless it was absolutely necessary. Can you come to Novaria?"
Frederick instinctively glanced at Charlotte.
Charlotte was washing up, clearly having heard.
Her hand paused, then she continued brushing her teeth, but with more force.
After brushing, she went to make breakfast.
What had she heard?
Frederick and Katherine were not only first loves but also shared the same blood type. How fitting.
Charlotte's budding feelings were shattered again.
She decided to draw a clear line with him.
Frederick watched her go into the kitchen.
He could tell she was unhappy and that she still had feelings for him.
Elijah, waiting for a response, urged, "Frederick, can you come over? Please, for old times' sake."
Frederick's voice was slightly cold.
"I know you saved Chloe's life! I'm really busy and can't go to Novaria. I'll go to the hospital to donate blood and have it sent to Novaria by private jet."
Elijah was both disappointed and relieved.
He was disappointed because Katherine's condition was bad. If Frederick came, it would not only be a comfort for them but also more convenient for blood transfusions.
After replying, Frederick hung up the phone.
He quietly walked into the kitchen.
In the morning light, Charlotte's profile was soft as she made breakfast.
Frederick hugged her from behind. "Are you mad?"
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