Chapter 162 Frederick, Don't Torture Me!
The banquet was a great success.
The dinner, which accommodated 200 people, featured exquisite dishes. Bernice even invited a famous emcee from Syeattel, creating a wonderful atmosphere.
As one of the partners, Charlotte inevitably had to socialize and drink.
Lily helped her fend off quite a few drinks.
The two girls were in the restroom, touching up their makeup.
Charlotte looked at Lily with concern. "I saw you drank quite a bit earlier. Are you okay?"
"No problem! What could be wrong with me?"
Lily raised her eyebrows playfully and deliberately pulled down her neckline. "Am I sexy? Bradley loves it. As soon as he gets in bed, he's like a dog, biting everywhere."
She laughed happily as she spoke.
But Charlotte knew she wasn't feeling well inside.
Lily hadn't moved on from her marriage with Robert. Those sexual encounters were just a way to numb herself. When she sobered up and sat up in bed, the emptiness was unbearable.
Charlotte gently patted her. "Lily, you've had too much to drink."
Lily flicked her long hair and smiled.
She then showed concern for Charlotte's personal matters.
During William's hospitalization, Lily had visited and coincidentally met Frederick.
At that time, she had known that Charlotte and Frederick hadn't completely ended things.
When she asked, Charlotte didn't hide it and said softly, "We're not back together for now. It's just a physical thing."
Lily was silent for a moment.
She told Charlotte, "Katherine got married! The wedding is in the next couple of days. The Hawkins family went to Novaria to attend, but Frederick didn't go. He probably wanted to avoid suspicion!"
Charlotte was slightly stunned. She really hadn't known about this.
Lily, having drunk too much, leaned her head gently on Charlotte's shoulder and cried vulnerably. "Charlotte, it seems like we're both not in control of our lives. We both fell in love with men we shouldn't have!"
Lily was disappointed in Robert, and Bradley was just a casual partner to her. But after sleeping together for a long time, she had developed feelings. She didn't want to get emotionally involved, but it seemed like she couldn't control it.
Lily's eyes were red. "Charlotte, my marriage is what it is. You should marry well!"
Charlotte knew she had drunk too much.
To avoid making a scene, Charlotte took her phone and called Bradley. At first, Bradley thought it was Lily and said directly, "When are you going back? This card game is so boring! My luck is awful today, and I'm losing money hand over fist."
Charlotte spoke softly, "It's Charlotte. Lily is a bit drunk. Can you come pick her up?"
Bradley immediately threw down the cards. "Where is she? I'll be right there."
Bradley arrived quickly. Even in winter, he didn't wear much, always having that dashing playboy look. And he had the scent of women's perfume on him.
Charlotte instinctively didn't like it.
But Bradley was very enthusiastic when he saw her, calling her his future cousin-in-law as he took Lily.
Charlotte said calmly, "Nicholas and I didn't work out. Don't call me that in the future."
Bradley looked at Charlotte and smiled.
Nicholas had caused trouble at home, but he didn't bring it up since it was a family scandal. But he could still joke with her a bit. "Whether it's with Nicholas or Frederick, we will still be tight!"
Charlotte said indifferently, "My matters are none of your concern."
She looked at Lily and softened her voice. "Be good to Lily."
Bradley was slightly stunned.
In his impression, Lily was a fool, and Charlotte seemed cold and not very compassionate. He hadn't expected her to care so much about Lily.
Bradley agreed and left with Lily.
After sending Lily off, Charlotte turned back to wash her hands.
Robert's family was wealthy, and he was too bad! Bradley also had many of the bad habits of rich people, but even so, she still hoped he could protect Lily.
Charlotte was worried about Lily.
She stood alone by the corridor window, looking at the night view of Syeattel for a long time.
Tonight was bustling everywhere, but many people were still homeless.
Frederick's call came at this moment.
His voice was incredibly gentle in the winter night. "Do you want me to come up?"
Charlotte didn't want to be too clingy, and she didn't want to mix her personal life with work. She said softly, "I'll be down soon. Wait for me in the car."
Frederick chuckled lightly.
Charlotte's face turned a bit red. She thought it must be because of the red wine.
When she went downstairs, it was already close to 10 PM.
Frederick's golden Bentley was parked outside the hotel, and he stood under the streetlight, not smoking for once.
His noble appearance attracted the attention of many women.
Charlotte walked up to him.
Frederick hugged her and said softly, "I've been thinking about you all night."
No woman disliked hearing such sweet words, and Charlotte was no exception.
She looked up, her eyes particularly moist.
Frederick held her, opened the car door for her, and helped her in.
The car was warm inside, and Charlotte naturally took off her coat. When she turned to put it in the back seat and turned back, she saw Frederick's deep gaze. "Frederick, what's wrong?"
Frederick gently stroked her, his voice slightly hoarse. "Your figure is great."
Charlotte's face turned a bit red.
Frederick's voice was very gentle. "Cherie said your father was discharged from the hospital."
Charlotte nodded.
She wanted to thank him, but Frederick's slender fingers gently pressed against her lips. "Tonight, we're just on a date!"
Charlotte leaned back in her chair, looking at his handsome and charming face. Frederick had been holding back for a long time; she wondered how he would torment her tonight!
Just thinking about it made her legs weak!
Frederick gently pressed the gas pedal, driving slowly.
Since last night, a light snow had been falling in Syeattel, adding to the romantic atmosphere, though it hadn't accumulated on the ground.
The two of them remained silent during the drive. It was probably a tacit understanding. Or maybe it was because it had been so long that they both felt a bit awkward and restrained.
What Charlotte hadn't expected was that when they arrived at Frederick's penthouse, Jessica was still there.
Jessica had heard early on that Charlotte was coming and was delighted. "Miss Russell, hello."
Charlotte felt a bit embarrassed.
But Frederick acted as if nothing was amiss, even pulling out cash from his pocket and handing it to Jessica.
"From Miss Russell."
The cash was at least $2,000.
Jessica beamed with joy and said many kind words.
Charlotte didn't find it appropriate to expose the truth and chatted politely for a few moments before Jessica left with her things.
In the dining room, there was a table full of dishes had been set up early, looking very sumptuous.
As Charlotte put down her coat, Frederick had already poured two glasses of red wine.
He smiled handsomely. "This time, don't spill it on my pants, or wherever you spill it, you'll have to..."
Charlotte wouldn't let him finish.
Frederick's gaze deepened. "Alright, let's eat!"
When he said he was pursuing her, he was serious about it. And dinner was just dinner.
Charlotte felt somewhat valued.
This feeling was naturally good, but she couldn't help but want to ask him about Katherine's wedding. However, since Frederick didn't bring it up, she didn't feel it was appropriate to ask.
Later, she saw a newspaper in the trash can.
The headline was a photo of Katherine's wedding.
Charlotte stared at the photo, stunned. Katherine had really gotten married.
She felt someone hug her from behind, and Frederick's thin lips pressed against the back of her ear. "What are you looking at?"
Then, he saw it.
Frederick's tone was quite calm. "My parents and Chloe went to Novaria."
Charlotte naturally wouldn't ask him why he didn't go; she wasn't that foolish.
Besides, tonight was supposed to be pleasant.
This small matter didn't affect Frederick's mood. Before Charlotte could react, the crystal lights in the living room all went out, leaving only a small orange nightlight.
The dim light created an ambiguous atmosphere.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking he would want to do something.
But he didn't. Instead, he held her and said, "I'll play the piano for you."
Charlotte had never known Frederick could play the piano, but with a man having such an offer, no woman could refuse.
What she hadn't expected was that he would pull her onto his lap.
"Frederick." Charlotte turned her head slightly, her voice tinged with unease.
Frederick gently cupped her chin, turned his head, and kissed her. The kiss was long and lingering, making the air around them grow warm with intimacy.
Charlotte was kissed until she lost her strength, leaning into his arms.
Her face was very red and hot.
She thought, 'Luckily the light is dim. Otherwise, he would definitely tease me.'
At that moment, the sound of the piano began.
It was "Moonlight Sonata", her favorite piece.
Outside, the gentle snow continued to fall.
Inside the warm apartment, she was in his arms, their necks intertwined.
At such a moment, even the coldest heart would melt, let alone hers, which had always loved him.
Charlotte's heart softened.
She had also been drinking, naturally feeling very emotional.
Frederick felt the same, but unlike a young man, he wasn't impatient. Instead, he gently insisted on giving her a beautiful night.
She sat on his lap, knowing exactly how he felt!
Charlotte also had a woman's needs. Sitting on his lap for two hours, she was already feeling unbearably aroused.
She wanted him to kiss her so badly.
"Frederick!" Her voice was filled with longing.
He was clearly in the same state, but he pretended not to know and instead asked her, "What's wrong, Charlotte?"
Charlotte couldn't bear it any longer.
She turned around, boldly sitting in his lap, and tilted her head to kiss him.
The snow continued to fall.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the entwined figures of the man and woman.
Frederick suddenly lifted her onto the piano.
The piano immediately emitted a resonant sound!
"Frederick, don't torment me like this!"
Charlotte's voice blended with the piano's sound, indistinguishable between crying and trembling. The shameful state made her feel extremely embarrassed, but she couldn't care anymore. She wanted him to do more to her.
Frederick was particularly mischievous tonight.
He leaned in to kiss her but did nothing else. He called her name in a hoarse voice. "Charlotte, savor it slowly. It will be different!"
Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes.
Her gaze was moist, filled with longing, looking pitiful.
Frederick had never done such a thing for a woman, but tonight he wanted to make her happy.
He covered her eyes.
Her vision went dark, but her body felt his magic.
She trembled with fear, calling his name over and over in a hoarse voice. "Frederick. Frederick. Frederick."
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