Chapter 188 Are You Satisfied Now
Time passed, and Frederick's breathing finally steadied.
Inside the car, the air was thick.
Charlotte leaned on his shoulder, eyes wet. He hadn't touched her, but his actions were awful.
She felt humiliated. "Frederick, can you let go of me now?"
Frederick's fingers gently stroked her golden hair, resting on her shoulder with a hint of tenderness.
Charlotte stayed still, knowing any movement would make her feel worse.
After calming down, Frederick tried to kiss her.
Charlotte dodged. "I want to get out of the car!"
Frederick lifted her hair, looking at her face. He was in a good mood. "Your dress is dirty. Let me clean it for you."
Charlotte wanted to do it herself but gave up after a glance.
Frederick cleaned it for her and whispered, "Charlotte, let's go back to how we were."
Charlotte moved to the passenger seat, her face blank, as if the recent closeness was one-sided. She stared ahead, her tone cold. "A love triangle is too crowded."
Frederick said softly, "I don't love her."
Charlotte gave a bitter smile.
She spoke slowly, "Frederick, as long as the Hawkins Group and the Mitchell family are connected, you and Katherine will never be over. Just like her divorce case. Can you let it go?"
Frederick stayed silent.
Charlotte felt it was pointless. She said calmly, "I want to get out of the car."
This time, Frederick didn't stop her. He opened the door. Fresh air rushed in, hitting his lungs painfully.
Charlotte left without looking back.
Back at her apartment, her little white dog wagged its tail and came over. Charlotte fed it. "Eat slowly!"
She went to the bathroom to shower.
She threw the dress with Frederick's scent straight into the trash.
After the shower, Charlotte sat in the apartment for a long time. It wasn't until her hands and feet were numb that she realized it was already 10 PM. The TV was still on, and the little white dog was gnawing on a bone.
Charlotte made a call. "Mr. Hawkins, I want to meet with you."
At the Hawkins Mansion, Patrick got the call and felt pleased. It seemed Charlotte had come to her senses.
Laura's eyes filled with tears.
She held her husband's hand. "Tomorrow, you should perform well and try to win some favor for Frederick. If it doesn't work, bring Chloe along. I noticed Charlotte really likes Chloe and cares for her a lot."
Chloe was even a year older than Charlotte!
The second day, Patrick was full of anticipation, thinking Charlotte was going to accept their family's fortune. He didn't expect she was there to complain.
Patrick politely saw Charlotte off.
After she left, he was furious. "Get Frederick over here!"
The secretary immediately handled it. In less than half an hour, Frederick arrived.
In the president's office of the Hawkins Group, the sound of breaking porcelain could be heard, along with Patrick's roar. "I told you to fight for it, not to go against the Taylor family! I have some friendship with Michael. You almost ruined his son's company just to chase after your woman. Who taught you that?"
Frederick stood among the shattered pieces, his forehead bleeding again.
He wiped it gently, speaking slowly, "Dad, didn't you teach me by example?"
Patrick was livid. "When did I ever teach that? I said men should fight for what they want, but they should also consider everyone's feelings."
He had thought Frederick had calmed down after their last talk. Who knew he'd get worse?
He scolded him a few more times.
Frederick suddenly asked, "Did Charlotte come to see you?"
Patrick nodded.
Frederick said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about our issues. I'll handle it."
Patrick glared. "Handle it? How? Frederick, I'm telling you, stop with those rogue tactics. Don't scare her away. Charlotte came over, and I could tell she'd been crying!"
Despite everything, Patrick wanted the best for his son.
He patted Frederick's shoulder. "A strong-willed woman will be scared off by too much persistence. Be patient."
Frederick nodded slightly and left.
That evening, Frederick drove to Charlotte's apartment.
He rang the doorbell.
Charlotte didn't want to open it. Frederick's voice was cold. "I have a document you'll want to see. If you don't open the door, I'll make it public immediately."
Charlotte opened the door.
Their eyes met, and they stayed silent for a long time.
Frederick's gaze was intense.
His voice was gentle. "You went to see my dad? For Oliver or to get rid of me?"
That familiar helplessness washed over Charlotte again.
She was exhausted.
She almost pleaded, "I have nothing with Oliver! Frederick, can you let me have normal social interactions?"
"I will get angry!" Frederick stood at the door, his voice light. "I know you and he are impossible because you still think of me. But Charlotte, I'm not happy every time I see him help you into the car and send you home."
He handed her the document. "Look at this. I think you'll know what to choose."
Charlotte knew he was capable of anything now. She quickly opened it.
With just one look, her face turned pale.
Inside were some of Michael's violations. If any of it leaked, Michael's reputation as a great lawyer would be ruined.
Charlotte's fingers curled up.
She suddenly looked up. "Frederick! You're crazy!"
Frederick reached out to touch her cold face, smiling faintly. "I know you respect Michael and like Sophie. You want them to live well, right?"
Charlotte stood there, silently looking at the document.
Tears fell, one by one.
She felt her freedom slipping away.
The tears blurred the words.
When she couldn't see clearly anymore, she looked up and gave him a faint smile. "Frederick, you win. I promise I won't see or contact Oliver anymore. Are you satisfied? If you are, get out immediately!"
She didn't want to see him.
She didn't want to see him at all.
Frederick didn't move. She repeated, "Mr. Hawkins, rest assured. I won't see anyone you disapprove of in the future. Whoever I see or interact with will be approved by you first. Are you satisfied?"
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