Chapter 231 You Kiss Mommy
Frederick let out a frustrated laugh.
He strolled back to his seat across from her, grabbed the cold coffee, and downed it slowly.
After finishing, he set the cup down and sneered. "So, what, I gotta visit you all the time to see the kid? Crash at your place if the weather sucks? Charlotte, you might keep it together, but I can't. If folks find out the president of Vertex Innovations Group is still hanging with his ex-wife, it's gonna mess up my rep and my relationship!"
His snarky words made Charlotte fume.
She didn't want to talk to him anymore; it was useless!
Just then, the clock downstairs chimed seven times.
It was seven in the morning!
Frederick checked his watch and said to Charlotte, "Go take a shower and change your clothes. We'll take Lola to school together later!"
His expression softened a bit. "She'll be super happy!"
When it came to their kid, Charlotte usually went along with things.
She insisted on showering in the guest room but didn't think changing clothes was necessary. However, after showering, she realized her period had started.
There was a faint bloodstain on her beige dress.
Charlotte stayed in the bathroom for a while, and Frederick came over to knock on the door. "Charlotte, you done? Lola's gonna wake up soon, and she'll be upset if she doesn't see you."
She might even have a meltdown!
Charlotte was pretty anxious. She put on her original clothes and cracked the door open. After all, they had been married before, so some things weren't that hard to talk about. "My period started. Do you have any pads and women's clothes here?"
Frederick's gaze deepened. He looked her up and down slowly and said, "Why would I have those things here? And I haven't had a woman around in years, so no women's clothes either."
Charlotte bit her lip. "Too much information! How am I supposed to go out now?"
Frederick stared at her for a moment and said, "Wait a minute!"
The housekeeper, Dana, was in her forties and probably hadn't gone through menopause yet.
As for clothes, Frederick picked a black shirt and a pair of athletic shorts from his wardrobe.
Dana brought over her own pads, her face slightly red. "I don't know if you'll be comfortable with these!"
Frederick looked at them; they were the brand Charlotte used to use.
He smiled faintly. "She's used this brand before!"
Dana was quite surprised by his smile.
She had heard that Frederick and Charlotte had a very unpleasant divorce and thought they wouldn't have any contact. She didn't expect Charlotte to come over last night, and Frederick seemed to be in such a good mood.
Frederick went straight into the guest room.
Charlotte was in the bathroom, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her lower abdomen. After giving birth, she wasn't the same as before, and her periods were painful.
She took the clothes and quickly changed.
When she came out, she didn't expect Frederick to still be there. He was sitting on the living room sofa, reading the news on his phone.
Charlotte walked closer, and he looked up.
She was wearing his black shirt, the hem long enough to cover the athletic shorts, revealing her slender legs.
She had cinched her waist with her own thin belt.
Frederick's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You look good!"
Charlotte was about to find a bag to pack her clothes, but Frederick said nonchalantly, "Let Dana wash them!"
Charlotte couldn't let someone else wash her dirty clothes.
Besides, this was Frederick's house.
She insisted on finding a laundry bag, but before she could, Lola woke up and ran barefoot to find Charlotte. She finally found her in the guest room and clung to her, refusing to let go.
Charlotte held Lola. She kissed her and picked her up, warming her little feet with one hand as she walked, feeling a pang of heartache. "No more walking around barefoot, okay?"
Lola buried her face in Charlotte's neck, staying silent.
Frederick wanted Lola to come down, but Charlotte wasn't having it. She carried Lola back to the kid's room to get her dressed.
When they were standing in the hallway, came Lola's soft voice from her neck. "Are Mommy and Daddy taking me to school together today?"
Charlotte was caught off guard.
Then she smiled gently. "Yep! Daddy and I will take you together."
In the guest room, Frederick walked into the bathroom, where Charlotte's clothes were in the laundry basket, with a faint bloodstain on the beige dress.
He had always been privileged and had only washed his own clothes while studying abroad. A woman's bloodstained clothes was something he had not touched before.
But Frederick felt a deep sympathy for Charlotte and was willing to wash them for her. So, he quickly washed her dress, shirt, and underwear, and then put them in the dryer.
After finishing, he felt an indescribable tenderness.
Although Charlotte hadn't softened, they had a kid together, and he didn't believe she wouldn't soften eventually.
Frederick slowly went downstairs.
With Charlotte taking care of Lola, he had the chance to enjoy coffee and read the morning paper, which was rare.
This sense of ease made him feel a bit dazed.
Maybe this was happiness!
This feeling was even better than kissing her and touching her body last night! However, if given a choice, Frederick would still prefer kissing and having sex.
In the kids' bedroom, Lola's usual bad temper was nowhere to be seen.
Charlotte picked out a little dress for her and fluffed her curly hair, making it extra soft to the touch.
When helping Lola put on her shoes, Charlotte touched her tender little legs.
A warm feeling washed over her.
Frederick had taken good care of Lola. The once fragile child was now fair and tender.
She was momentarily lost in thought, and Lola gave her a kiss, soft and warm.
Charlotte couldn't bear to leave her. She kissed her again and then picked up the little one. "Let's go downstairs for breakfast."
She carried Lola downstairs.
Frederick saw them and frowned slightly. "Why not let her walk by herself?"
Lola clung to Charlotte's neck and said softly, "You are jealous of me!"
Frederick sneered. "When I was being affectionate with your mom, you weren't even around!"
"I am!" Lola said with a mischievous smile. "I saw it last night! You kissed Mommy, and Mommy said no, but you insisted Mommy felt something!"
Frederick was silent.
Charlotte was super embarrassed.
The housemaids, who were cleaning vases and floors, quickly scattered.
Frederick cleared his throat. "Lola!"
Lola obediently sat down.
Usually disciplined by Frederick, she was quite well-behaved and didn't dare to cling to Charlotte for feeding during breakfast, though her eyes looked pitiful.
Charlotte felt a pang of sympathy. She couldn't help but say to Frederick, "She's only four; she doesn't need to be so independent."
Frederick said seriously, "She already eats by herself, washes her little clothes and socks, and bathes herself. There's no need for her to regress just because you're back."
Lola ate with a resentful look.
Charlotte didn't insist. She patted Lola's head in silent comfort!
Lola was anxious. 'Show off your charm, Mommy! Like last night, whatever you say, Daddy will agree. If you kiss him again, he'd even bring down the moon for you!'
Charlotte didn't know what her daughter was thinking.
After breakfast, she went to find a laundry bag with the help of a maid. At this moment, Frederick calmly said, "I washed your clothes for you. They're already dried. Just leave them here for next time."
Charlotte was surprised, her face flushing.
Those were her bloodstained clothes, and Frederick washed them?
Lola, who was eating, suddenly jumped up!
Her daddy was so biased! Her mommy was so grown up, and he still washed her clothes!
Frederick glanced at her and continued reading the newspaper. "When you grow up, find a man to wash them for you! If you can't, then wash them yourself!"
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