Chapter 20: Mr. Hawkins, Is She Your Girlfriend?
The abandoned warehouse disappeared in the rearview mirror.
Charlotte finally relaxed and closed her eyes, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness.
"Frederick," she clutched his shirt, her voice weak.
Frederick glanced down at her pale face.
Leaning against him, she murmured, "I got hit on the back of my head. Might be a concussion."
Frederick drove straight to the hospital.
Charlotte lay in the back seat, waves of discomfort washing over her.
She felt like throwing up.
Frederick drove with one hand and made a call with the other.
"Mr. Campbell, it's Frederick. Can you help treat my friend? She might have a concussion."
"Yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes."
After the call, Frederick glanced in the rearview mirror and asked gently, "You okay?"
Charlotte closed her eyes and grunted softly in pain.
That small sound tugged at his heart.
Frederick's voice was hoarse. "We'll be at the hospital soon."
In her discomfort, Charlotte vaguely thought, who knew Frederick could be so gentle?
At the hospital, thanks to Frederick's connections, they went straight to the ER for an examination.
Grant Campbell looked at the results and smiled. "It's just a mild concussion. Stay in the hospital for a couple of days for observation."
Frederick thanked him.
Grant looked at Charlotte and then asked with a smile, "Girlfriend?"
Frederick replied reservedly, "A client. Just happened to run into her."
"A client, huh?" Grant still smiled. "Frederick, take your client to get admitted. I'll have a nurse come by to start an IV."
Frederick didn't say more.
He carried Charlotte to her room and took care of the hospital fees.
Charlotte was deeply grateful and wanted to transfer the money to him, but she was too uncomfortable and could only lie in bed, fighting the dizziness. She drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, the IV needle had already been removed.
Feeling a bit better, she turned her head slightly and saw that it was already dusk outside.
A tall figure stood by the window, talking on the phone in a low voice.
It was Frederick.
Charlotte leaned against the pillow, quietly watching him. Frederick had a great physique, standing at 6'1", perfect for a woman to lean on! Charlotte had interacted with him a few times and had to admit that even if Mr. Hawkins weren't wealthy, he wouldn't lack female admirers.
Frederick finished his call and turned to meet Charlotte's gaze.
She was quiet, leaning against the pillow, with a fragile beauty.
Frederick felt a slight tug at his heart but kept his expression calm. "How long are you going to stare?"
Charlotte blushed and said softly, "I want some water."
She had expected Frederick to call a nurse, but instead, he poured a cup of water, walked over, and sat by the bed, supporting her.
Charlotte was forced to lean against his chest. She struggled slightly. "Mr. Hawkins, I can do it myself!"
Frederick gave her a look.
His deep eyes revealed no emotion but were quite serious.
Charlotte didn't dare argue and leaned against his shoulder, sipping the water from the cup in his hand. She couldn't help but feel that he was holding her a bit tighter.
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