Chapter 201 She Doesn't Want Him to Stay Over
The apartment's AC was set just right.
Footsteps could barely be heard in the living room unless one really listened.
Charlotte quickly sat up.
To her surprise, it was Cherie, always with Frederick, now in her home with a doctor.
Seeing her awake, Cherie said cheerfully, "Heard you were sick. Mr. Hawkins sent me with a doctor. He has an important meeting today; otherwise, he'd be here."
Charlotte felt dizzy and embarrassed.
Cherie knew all about her and Frederick. She probably overheard a lot at Frederick's place!
Ignoring those thoughts, she croaked, "It's just a cold, no big deal."
Cherie smiled. "But Mr. Hawkins is really worried about you!"
Charlotte felt even more embarrassed.
The doctor didn't say much. After examining her and giving an injection, he left.
Now it was just the two of them.
Cherie didn't mind the awkwardness. She put on a small apron and smiled. "When you're sick, you shouldn't eat greasy food. I'll make some oatmeal for you!"
Charlotte felt it was too much trouble.
Cherie gently pressed her down. "Mr. Hawkins doesn't trust others to come over. I happened to take half a day off today, so I can pick up my son early."
Charlotte smiled.
She knew Cherie was Frederick's confidant and spoke carefully.
While making oatmeal, Cherie chatted about things that happened after Charlotte and Frederick broke up. She sighed softly. "Charlotte, Mr. Hawkins hasn't been doing well these past six months!"
She knew about the conflicts between Charlotte and Frederick and felt guilty.
If Cherie hadn't asked Charlotte to deliver documents that night, they might not have broken up. But Cherie was also somewhat glad Charlotte went that day; otherwise, they might have ended up like many couples, unable to make it to the end.
Cherie said a lot.
While drinking oatmeal, Charlotte slowly said, "You don't need to blame yourself! My issues with him were never because of others, not even entirely because of Katherine. Even when Katherine slit her wrists and he went to her repeatedly, we didn't break up! It was our own problems."
Frederick was willing to get married, just like other people in high society, having a proper wife and an heir!
He liked her body, and during the period he liked it, he could be faithful, but after that freshness wore off, no one could be sure.
She couldn't, and neither could he.
But Charlotte wanted a lifelong commitment!
She had never loved someone so boldly and fearlessly, wanting to be with him so much, but she thought she would never feel that way again!
He had scared her too much!
Charlotte didn't say these things.
Between them, it wasn't about right or wrong, or forgiveness; she just didn't care as much anymore.
Now, with a one-year deadline, she would accept however he treated her, but she would guard her own heart.
Cherie left at 4:30 PM.
At 8 PM, Frederick called her, and Charlotte answered without hesitation.
On the phone, Frederick's voice was gentle. "Are you feeling better?"
Charlotte responded, "Thank you for sending Cherie to take care of me!"
There was a brief silence on the phone.
Frederick chuckled. "Do you want me to come over? I just got off work and can buy you some of your favorite food. There's a concert tonight, but since you're sick, we can watch the live stream at home."
Charlotte knew what he meant.
He was trying to get closer to her, to date like a normal couple.
She didn't have that intention.
But she couldn't easily offend him, so she vaguely said, "I'm not feeling well and want to sleep. Let's do it on the weekend; I'll accompany you then."
Frederick didn't say anything.
Charlotte didn't say anything either.
There was an awkward silence, and finally, Frederick said, "If you're not feeling well, rest early."
Charlotte nodded and hung up.
Frederick, sitting in his black Maybach outside her apartment, held his phone. The streetlight cast a shadow on his face.
She didn't want him to come up.
Frederick got out of the car with a bag of snacks and some toiletries for men.
He had planned to stay the night and take care of her, but she didn't want that.
Frederick wasn't one to back down. He hung the bag on her door handle.
Early the next morning, Charlotte opened the door to walk her little white dog.
She saw the bags and guessed they were from Frederick. She took them inside and looked through them.
There were snacks, a razor, a bathrobe, slippers, and men's underwear.
Charlotte felt helpless.
She put the things down, pretending not to know, as if nothing had happened.
They had a one-year deadline, but she didn't want him invading her private life or using those things.
When she went downstairs to work, Brian didn't come to pick her up.
Charlotte couldn't drive, so she took a cab to the music studio. Fortunately, he was there.
From that day on, Brian gave her the cold shoulder.
He refused to drive her and rarely came to see her.
Charlotte didn't force him and hired another driver, but she still cared about his whereabouts. She knew he wasn't messing around and was working hard. Maria told her he went to bed early every night, so she felt relieved.
One day, Brian finally came to see her.
But his attitude was cold.
Charlotte was looking through reports and asked calmly, "Are you going to work with a bad mood all the time?"
Brian's gaze was fierce.
He glared at her, almost wanting to bore a hole through her. This woman was so ungrateful!
Charlotte finished looking at the reports and sent him out.
Brian turned and left, but outside, he couldn't hold back. He punched the wall hard and crushed a small pill underfoot.
Charlotte walked out and quietly watched him.
Brian stiffly turned around, still glaring at her, his eyes showing hurt.
Charlotte said calmly, "Brian, there are many things in this world that you can't get just because you want them. Besides, have you thought about what you'll do if you get them?"
Brian's back was covered in cold sweat.
Charlotte looked down at the red pill and said softly, "Clean it up. Don't let anyone see it! If you feel unhappy staying here, go back to Bostan."
Brian's body stiffened.
He knew he should leave, but he felt that if he left, he would be admitting defeat. Frederick would probably be very happy.
Brian stiffened his neck. "I'm not leaving! I have to make a name for myself, so you can see what you missed out on!"
Charlotte knew his anger had passed.
She smiled slightly. "Given your recent performance, your bonus for this month will be docked by $200."
Brian was shocked!
He knew this woman had a sharp tongue and a hard heart, just like Frederick, a typical capitalist.
He snorted coldly and left.
In the afternoon, Charlotte received a call from Charles, saying his son had become much more sensible. "Brian said he would return to the Nelson Group to work in a year. Charlotte, I am grateful to you!"
Charlotte naturally exchanged pleasantries.
She didn't refuse the benefits Charles promised. Brian almost went crazy and took pills; she definitely had to accept these benefits.
After dealing with Brian, Charlotte felt much better.
But this good mood only lasted a short while because Frederick called. He smiled on the phone and said, "I'll come pick you up later! Do you want to go to my villa? I'm staying there now."
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