Chapter 163 Charlotte is Elijah's daughter
Charlotte looked like she had just been pulled out of the water.
On this day, Frederick gave her an experience she had never had before, overturning all her previous perceptions on sex.
The lights came on brightly. He kissed her, admiring her flushed face.
"Charlotte, you look so beautiful right now. Do you want to see?"
Charlotte covered her eyes. She didn't want to see, not at all!
Frederick, however, cruelly picked her up and walked straight to the master bedroom's bathroom. Charlotte leaned on his shoulder, biting his shoulder hard, but it was useless.
She was pressed against the sink from behind, and he held her waist, admiring her from behind. "Charlotte, your face was even redder just now."
He whispered shameless sweet nothings in her ear.
Charlotte wanted to escape, but as soon as she turned, he turned her back!
Her delicate face was gently pinched and lifted slightly towards the mirror.
Charlotte knew she was a mess right now, even though she was fully dressed, she had been served by him just moments ago.
Charlotte knew he wasn't promiscuous, but he was still part of that circle.
She suspected he understood women better than Bradley and the others.
'Is it that those who excel as lawyers also excel in other areas?'
She gently closed her eyes, her voice pleading. "Frederick, please don't do this!"
Frederick had bullied her enough.
He still held her, admiring her in the mirror, while thoughtfully smoothing out her dress. Then he said impatiently, "Don't go back tonight! I won't do anything. We'll just be together."
They both needed to spend Christmas with their families. So tonight, he wanted to make up for it.
Charlotte calmed down a bit. She slowly opened her eyes, her ears still red.
This night was like the first thaw of winter snow for her. With the romantic things he had done, no woman could escape.
Charlotte didn't want things to progress too quickly. She hesitated for a moment and softly said, "I think I should go back."
Frederick was somewhat disappointed, but he respected her. He just held her and softly said, "Stay with me a little longer, Charlotte."
What he meant by staying, naturally, were things that made one's heart race.
When she left, Charlotte's face was flushed down to her neck.
She had a feeling that in the past when they lived together, the things Frederick had done with her were very simple; he had never been serious.
Late at night, a golden car slowly drove into Charlotte's neighborhood.
After parking, Frederick raised his hand to check the time. "It's already three o'clock. Can I stay over?"
Charlotte gently shook her head.
Frederick wouldn't let her get out of the car, holding her in his arms.
Such an embrace was the most heartwarming.
After what felt like eternity, Charlotte leaned on his shoulder and softly said, "Frederick, I'm going up."
Frederick looked down at her.
His deep eyes always carried a hint of desire. "Move back in with me, okay?"
Charlotte was stunned.
She gently got up from his arms.
She knew tonight was too intense, so he had made such a request. It wasn't his fault.
It was her fault for not making things clear.
Charlotte's slender white fingers gently combed her hair. After some thought, she said, "Frederick, isn't it good the way we are now?"
Frederick frowned.
He was used to being pursued because of his good background. Chasing after a woman like this was a first for him. Besides, tonight he had been as gentle as possible with her.
He had even gone down on her.
He also sat up straight, his hand gently stroking the steering wheel. "Charlotte, I want a serious relationship."
Charlotte didn't respond.
She couldn't fully trust him. Besides, even though Katherine was married, she still felt uneasy.
She chose to protect herself, and there was nothing wrong with that.
Frederick's temper flared, and his words became harsh. "Charlotte, are you just going to enjoy it and not take responsibility? You weren't this cold when I was serving you!"
He pinched her cheek. "Do you need me to remind you?"
Charlotte slapped his hand away.
She wasn't afraid of him, just blushing. "You did it voluntarily, I didn't ask for it!"
Frederick's gaze deepened.
Charlotte felt that continuing the conversation wouldn't be pleasant, so she opened the door to get out.
Her hand was caught.
She fell into his arms.
Frederick's lips pressed against her ear, apologizing softly. "It's my fault! I was too hasty! Charlotte, I seriously want to be with you, not just for a physical relationship."
He actually didn't want to get married yet, but Charlotte did.
He wanted to live together for a while longer, and if there were no major conflicts, they would get married. Charlotte was very suitable for him.
He didn't want to let her go.
Charlotte was still upset by his harsh words and wanted to get out of the car.
Frederick held her tightly, not letting her go.
Finally, he pressed her head down and smiled charmingly. "You enjoyed it and now you're ignoring me?"
Charlotte was so angry that veins popped out on her forehead, looking quite enticing. Frederick couldn't help but kiss that spot.
No matter how she struggled, he wouldn't let her out of the car.
That night, he stayed with her in the car.
Charlotte was somewhat moved.
She felt a bit desperate; she couldn't resist Frederick's charm. As long as he put in a little effort, she would completely surrender.
She just didn't want to admit it!
At dawn, Charlotte woke up in Frederick's arms.
His phone had been ringing, but Frederick seemed very tired and didn't wake up.
Charlotte nudged him. "Frederick, someone's calling you.."
Frederick woke up.
His handsome, slightly roguish eyes gazed at her, then he grabbed her face and kissed her.
"Your phone is ringing!" Charlotte panted.
Frederick smiled and let her go.
He was about to answer the phone, but when he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened, and he hung up.
Charlotte was surprised at first, then understood.
It was Katherine's call.
She didn't say anything and tried to get out of the car, but Frederick pulled her back, holding her tightly.
"Charlotte, there's nothing between us anymore! She's married!"
Charlotte softly acknowledged.
Novaria.
Katherine, wearing a sexy lace nightgown, sat in the living room.
From the servant's quarters downstairs came the sounds of man and woman fooling around, quite suggestive.
That was her husband having an affair with the maid, and she chose to pretend not to know because she didn't love him at all!
At this moment, Katherine's gaze was icy.
She stared at a letter in her hand.
It was sent from Syeattel. A successful jeweler, after being treated, briefly regained consciousness and had sent the information Elijah wanted to know in a letter.
Elijah had been looking for his biological daughter!
The jeweler had found a clue. The letter included a photo, a photo Katherine was very familiar with. It was Charlotte!
Charlotte was actually Elijah's biological daughter!
'How could this be! She couldn't take away everything that belonged to me!' Katherine cursed in her head.
Katherine's face twisted with obsession, a cold smile appearing on her lips.
She tore the letter to shreds!
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