Chapter 160 Frederick, I Can't Take It Seriously Anymore
Charlotte felt a wave of emotion.
After graduation, Bernice became a mentor and close friend, always there for her.
Watching her leave, Charlotte felt uneasy.
She went to the front desk. "Can you check Director Garcia's recent attendance?"
The receptionist smiled and agreed.
In less than five minutes, the info was ready. Bernice had taken leave every three days over the past two weeks.
Charlotte grew more suspicious.
But since Bernice hadn't mentioned it, she didn't want to pry. Charlotte took on many tasks herself.
She stayed busy until the end of the day.
Frederick called.
Charlotte knew what he wanted. Holding the phone, she softly said, "Okay."
She went downstairs and got into the car.
Charlotte looked at herself, wearing a crimson wool dress with a light white coat.
She had put some effort into her appearance.
She blushed a little.
Was she just offering herself to him?
She didn't think further and gently pressed the gas pedal.
When she arrived at Frederick's apartment, she expected him to be eager, but he was busy.
His suitcase was in the living room, but Frederick was in the study.
He was on the phone, discussing a new case.
He looked at Charlotte with deep eyes, but his tone was harsh with the person on the other end.
Charlotte felt a sense of dissonance.
This serious man was the same one who had shamelessly touched himself over the phone last night. It was hard to believe.
She felt lost.
Frederick covered the phone and softly said, "Jessica bought some ingredients. Can you make something simple? I haven't had lunch yet."
She silently walked to the kitchen.
Frederick watched her back with deep eyes.
Charlotte hadn't been here for days. When she opened the fridge, the ingredients had been replaced.
She made soup and a few of Frederick's favorite dishes.
While doing this, her mindset was different.
Charlotte thought, 'I wonder when Frederick will get tired of this and look for new excitement.'
She was embraced from behind.
Frederick gently nibbled on her neck, his tone tender. "Do you blame me for taking advantage of you?"
Charlotte didn't pull away.
She came to satisfy and make him happy anyway.
She softly asked, "If I did, would you let me go?"
Frederick chuckled, not answering. Instead, he whispered flirtatiously in her ear. "Did you like what I sent you last night? Want to hear the live version?"
Charlotte bit her lip gently.
She had never seen a man so wanton!
She ignored him and brought the dishes to the dining room.
Frederick wasn't annoyed. Watching her busy figure, he suddenly felt fulfilled.
It seemed this apartment was complete only with Charlotte in it.
He ate his meal properly.
But after finishing, he wasn't so proper. He walked to the bar and poured two glasses of red wine.
Charlotte looked up at him.
Frederick smiled lazily. "What, do you want to get straight to it?"
Charlotte didn't want to engage in those romantic gestures with him. Frederick was too good at seducing people, and she feared being swayed. So she pretended to be very open, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing his chin.
She whispered, "Isn't this what you want?"
Frederick didn't want to rush things, but he couldn't resist the temptation.
His gaze was intense, still wanting to flirt.
Charlotte smiled lightly.
She tilted her wine glass, spilling it all over his dark suit pants.
The red wine stained his pants, looking quite decadent.
"Charlotte," Frederick's voice was hoarse, not expecting her bold move.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Charlotte was carried into the master bedroom.
With red wine, a warm embrace, and soft breaths, but Charlotte still didn't get wet.
Frederick felt a bit disappointed.
But he didn't show it. He held her, kissed her, and softly said it was okay.
Charlotte lay on the sofa.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and softly said, "I'm fine, Frederick, go ahead."
Frederick didn't respond.
His face buried in her neck, he waited until he calmed down a bit before propping himself up and gently caressing her face. He knew he should take Charlotte to see a therapist.
Because that night had scared her.
But he couldn't bear to.
He knew Charlotte valued her pride, and seeing a therapist would be too much for her.
Frederick's voice was hoarse. "Charlotte, what are you afraid of? We’ve had good experiences before."
He gently got up and adjusted her dress.
Charlotte's limbs were weak, letting him do as he pleased.
Frederick lay down again, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. "I want more than just sleeping with you. We are in a normal relationship. We started living together, and we went quite a while without having sex, didn't we? That's no big deal."
As he spoke, he seemed to get aroused again, pressing her down with kisses, his voice muffled. "Charlotte, come spend Christmas with my family this year, meet my parents, okay?"
Charlotte was stunned.
She knew Frederick liked her, both her personality and her body.
But he didn't want to get married.
So she hadn't taken his talk about restarting their relationship seriously.
But now, he seemed serious.
Charlotte hadn't made up her mind. At least, she wasn't planning on a lifetime commitment just because of one big favor. It was too soon. Besides, they had significant issues in sex.
Frederick had high demands in that regard, and she didn't think he could hold back.
Charlotte gently pushed him away and got up, turning her back to him.
Frederick maintained his position, watching her.
After a long time, Charlotte softly spoke, "Frederick, this is all I can give you. Either let me go or let me hurt a bit, it will pass soon."
Frederick embraced her from behind.
He bit her ear unwillingly. "I'm serious."
Charlotte smiled.
She said, "Frederick, I'm serious, too. Your kind of love is indeed attractive, but I can't handle it."
Charlotte's voice trembled as she spoke.
Frederick rarely felt sorry for women, but he felt a bit sorry for her now.
He turned her around.
As expected, Charlotte's eyes were slightly red.
She continued, her voice shaking. "Frederick, I can't take it seriously anymore."
She had been serious about him.
But the harsh reality repeatedly showed her that Katherine was an insurmountable barrier between them. Katherine even shared the same blood type as him; Elijah was not only Patrick's good friend but had also saved Chloe's life.
If Katherine wouldn't let go, what did Charlotte have to compete with her?
Since there was no hope in sight, she would rather not have it.
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