Chapter 208 This Valentine's Day, He was Entirely Hers
Under the dazzling chandelier, Frederick stood, oozing charm.
He watched Charlotte, who was smiling at Oliver.
Lately, she’d been cold to him, rarely smiling like that. But with Oliver, she couldn’t help it, or at least that was what he thought. Did Oliver mean more to her, or was he just more attractive?
Frederick didn’t want to seem angry; that’d be too petty.
Still, he walked over. Grabbing a glass of red wine from a waiter, he smiled slightly and said to Charlotte, "Why are you staring at me? Am I that good-looking?"
Charlotte, used to his shamelessness, turned and gave Oliver an apologetic smile.
Oliver got it. Even though he was in Bostan, he was well-informed.
Charlotte had gone back to Frederick because of Bradley and Lily, but Oliver could tell things weren’t the same between them.
Oliver mocked. "Frederick, are you so insecure you chased her all the way to Bostan? People might think you're here for Valentine's Day, or that you suspect Charlotte!"
Being rivals in business was not enough for them; they couldn’t lose in verbal sparring either.
Frederick, being a lawyer, was tough!
He held his wine glass and smiled. "I don’t see any strong opponents in Bostan! Charlotte, what do you think?"
Charlotte glanced at him, signaling him to stop.
Frederick leaned close to her ear. "Feeling sorry for him?"
Charlotte lowered her voice. "Frederick, did you come here just to cause trouble? I just ran into him at the party. I didn’t do anything. No need to act like this!"
"I'm angry!" Frederick said bluntly, staring at her.
Under everyone's gaze, Charlotte couldn’t hold on, her ears turning red!
The faint smile on Oliver's face faded.
Brian, holding a wine glass, stood beside him and softly mocked, "See? When it comes to shamelessness, no one beats Frederick!"
Oliver slowly sipped his wine.
The spicy alcohol slid down his throat, fitting his mood.
He watched the couple and whispered, "I was wrong!"
Brian didn’t get it, but Oliver did.
When he pursued Charlotte, he never thought Frederick was so obsessed with her. Frederick was a workaholic, and his attitude towards Charlotte was clear back then. No one expected this.
Oliver realized he didn’t lose to Frederick. He lost to time.
Who says love doesn’t have a first-come, first-served basis?
Oliver left, as quietly as he had arrived.
No matter how grand the party, it would end.
With Frederick by her side, no one dared approach Charlotte.
As they left, Charlotte looked at the elevator numbers and softly asked, "Did you book a hotel? If not, I can have Jenna book one for you."
Frederick’s gaze was deep. "I'm staying with you."
Charlotte looked down, fiddling with her phone. "I'll book it for you! I have to work these days. I might not have time to be with you."
He took her phone away.
Frederick said seriously, "I won’t disturb you!"
Charlotte said nothing, quietly watching the elevator until the doors opened.
It was the end of the party, and the elevator was crowded. Charlotte was pushed against the wall, feeling uncomfortable.
An arm pulled her into an embrace.
Charlotte was stunned. "Frederick."
She was pressed against his chest, her face brushing against him through two layers of fabric. Just a slight lift of her head and she could see his Adam's apple, exuding top-notch sexiness.
Frederick lowered his eyes. His dark eyes were intense, filled with an emotion ready to erupt.
Sure enough, once they reached her hotel room, he exploded.
The gentlemanly demeanor from the party was gone.
Charlotte was pinned against the heavy door, one of his legs wedged between hers, making it impossible for her to escape.
Charlotte turned her face away. "Mr. Hawkins, what do you want?"
Frederick lightly brushed her face, his voice hoarse with a hint of pain. "Charlotte, are you still mad at me because of Oliver?"
Charlotte was silent for a moment.
Maybe tonight was the night for an outburst!
He was ready, and so was she!
She turned to look at him, her voice soft but firm. "Mr. Hawkins, our issues aren't about Oliver, but about the disparity in our status! You always knew I was supposed to go to Torontow. Every time you went to Katherine, I couldn't complain. I had to leave the city to fulfill your lingering first love. Isn't that inequality? In an ordinary couple, they would have fought, but we couldn't because you are Frederick Hawkins! The same with Oliver and Mr. Taylor. You enjoy the control that comes with your status, but I, as a nobody, also have the right to refuse, don't I?"
Her eyes were brimming with tears.
She had thought about it; Robert and Lily couldn't separate at first, partly because of him.
He was just waiting for her to beg him.
But she did beg him, and he did help Lily. With an outcome like that, she didn't want to prick the bubble!
But now that they had come to this point, there was no need to talk about feelings anymore!
Frederick felt a dampness in his heart.
He still caressed her face, speaking lowly, "Charlotte, do you want to hit me? Like an ordinary couple. If you're unhappy, slap me! Scratch my neck until it bleeds!"
Charlotte was furious. "Frederick, you bastard!"
He grabbed her hand, making her hit his face. Charlotte tried to pull her hand away but couldn't.
Charlotte was exasperated. "Don't think I won't dare to hit you!"
With that, she slapped him!
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only their breathing. This stagnation didn't last long; Charlotte scratched his neck twice, drawing a bit of blood.
Frederick licked his lips, finding it quite thrilling.
He squeezed her waist tightly, lowered his head to kiss her, but Charlotte refused, biting him hard.
The faint taste of blood filled the kiss.
Finally, her violence completely aroused Frederick's desire to conquer. He became urgent, violent, and couldn't wait to possess her right there.
The custom-made dress fell to the ground.
She was in a disheveled state, while he remained impeccably dressed. If not for his expression, no one would know he was also experiencing intense sensory stimulation.
This time was particularly long.
Charlotte finally waited for him to finish, she breathed a sigh of relief, but he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, kissing her madly along the way.
Tonight was Valentine's Day, and he was entirely hers!
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