Chapter 202 If you don't want it, I won't touch you!
Charlotte didn't want to go to his place, but she wanted a candlelight dinner with him even less. It just didn't feel right.
She stared at her phone, then her desk. Finally, she sighed, "Okay, I'll be off work in half an hour."
She hung up, grabbed some thick folders, stuffed them into her briefcase, and added a few more for good measure.
When she stepped out of the office, Frederick's black Maybach was already there. He got out, opened the passenger door for her, and with a hint of a smile, said, "Working hard even on weekends? No time for a personal life, huh?"
Charlotte ignored his mocking tone, got in, and buckled up. "There's been a lot going on. By the way, Lily and Robert got divorced. Thanks."
Frederick didn't want to discuss that. "Let's go pick up the little white dog from your place. It must be bored out of its mind."
She didn't argue. They drove to her apartment, and she brought the dog down. It barked twice at Frederick.
"Why does it always reject me? I was the one who brought it back," he said.
Charlotte patted the dog's head. "Maybe because you two have similar personalities and are the same gender."
She smiled faintly, and Frederick's eyes deepened. Since their breakup, she hadn't smiled like that in front of him. It was as beautiful as the first snow melting.
He wanted to kiss her, but she sensed it and looked away. Frederick smiled lightly, pressed the gas pedal, and drove to his villa.
The villa was over 20,000 square feet in a prime area, a top-tier luxury home. After parking, Frederick said, "No permanent servants here. Dinner will be ready in about an hour."
Charlotte nodded. Frederick took the dog for a walk, and she went inside to handle some documents. A servant from the Hawkins family brought her coffee, and she thanked her softly.
It was early July, and the weather was hot. Frederick came back sweating but decided to bathe the dog first. The dog looked content on the lawn after the shower.
Frederick patted the dog's butt and let it play, then walked into the main hall. The living room was quiet, and Charlotte was working.
Feeling a bit resentful, he leaned down and gently nibbled her neck. "You're really busy."
Charlotte looked up at his handsome face. Frederick closed her files. "Take a break."
Before she could respond, he was heading upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt and shaking water from his hair. His casual, at-home demeanor was quite sexy.
Charlotte was stunned. A yard with a lawn, a little dog, a handsome boyfriend—this was a scene she had once dreamed of, but now it didn't move her as much.
After his shower, Frederick came downstairs and saw Charlotte sipping coffee. She looked like not much different when she was in the office.
He didn't correct her. They hadn't been together for a while, and she was still resistant to him. Despite the daytime coldness, they had to end up in the same bed at night—something Frederick insisted on. Weekend nights were meant for intimacy.
But tonight, they were both working overtime, and even the little white dog had lost its excitement. One was in the study, the other in the living room.
Late at night, Frederick finally emerged from the study. Charlotte was about to shower and go to bed. When their eyes met, there was an ambiguous tension.
They had lived together, after all. Such moments reminded them of past intimacy, especially for Frederick, who wanted to hug her.
As Charlotte turned, he gently grabbed her wrist. Her body stiffened slightly. Frederick embraced her from behind, nibbling on her neck. It had been a long time for him, and his breathing was restrained.
After a tender moment, he picked her up and placed her on the black sheets, using every means to please her. But just as they were about to become one, Frederick saw a tear at the corner of Charlotte's eye. She wasn't willing.
Frederick propped himself up, gazing down at her. "Why are you crying?"
Charlotte turned her face away, eyes moist. Frederick gently wiped away her tears, wanting to let go but couldn't. He kissed her deeply for a long time.
Reaching his limit, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. When he came back, he hugged her from behind. "If you don't want to, we won't do it, okay?"
Charlotte didn't respond, pretending to be asleep. But he knew she wasn't; she just didn't want to talk. She was different now, cold and avoiding interaction.
Frederick didn't force her, holding her as they slept through the night.
In the morning, Charlotte's phone rang. Groggy, she fumbled for it until Frederick handed it to her. He was already up, getting dressed.
"It's Lily's call. Why aren't you answering?" he said with a faint smile.
Charlotte quickly answered. Lily was inviting her to her wedding. It was her second marriage, and she was pregnant, so the Lawson family was keeping it low-key, inviting only family and close friends.
Charlotte sat up and congratulated Lily. Unaware of Charlotte's situation with Frederick, Lily spoke honestly, "It's just a meal to let everyone know."
Charlotte understood. After the drama with Robert, even the most anticipated relationship would lose some luster. These were things Bradley and Lily would have to slowly forget.
Charlotte promised to attend. After hanging up, she saw Frederick watching her, holding a tie.
"I want to attend Lily and Bradley's wedding banquet," she said softly.
Frederick held the tie for a long time before continuing to tie it. "Bradley invited me too. So you mean only one of us can go, and you're afraid others will know about our relationship?"
Charlotte didn't deny it. Frederick suddenly pulled off the tie, his tone colder. "If I don't say anything, no one will know about our relationship."
He turned and went downstairs.
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