Chapter 239 What They Had Was More of a Fling
It was super late.
Andrew was chillin' in Copenhagen, just wrapped up some socializing. He was a bit buzzed, loungin' on the couch.
A servant brought over some tea to sober him up.
He waved it off, and the servant got the hint and bounced.
Andrew's voice was soft. "What's up? Did that jerk mess with you?"
Charlotte shook her head. "Nah! I need a favor. It's about Chloe. Frederick told me she bailed two years ago and hasn't been back. Can you keep an eye out for her?"
Andrew sat up a bit when she said that.
He undid a couple buttons on his shirt, his voice low in the quiet night. "She hasn't been home for two years?"
Charlotte nodded.
Andrew went silent. Charlotte could hear his heavy breathing on the other end.
After a while, he said in a low voice, "I'm heading to Seattle for a business trip tomorrow. I'll swing by and see Lola."
Charlotte thought, 'What a coincidence!'
But Andrew had already hung up. Otherwise, he would've lost his cool.
The night was thick.
Some memories he tried hard to forget came rushing back. He closed his eyes, and it was like he could still hear a soft voice.
[Andrew, please, don't be mad at my brother.]
[Andrew, will Lola be okay?]
[Andrew, you're drunk! Stop drinking, Andrew.]
Andrew's face was flushed from the booze, just like that night when he lost it.
That night, he pinned the girl, who was 16 years younger than him, beneath him and went wild.
She cried out his name in his arms. "Andrew!"
But it didn't snap him out of it.
That night, he hurt her.
The inky blackness of the night spread further.
Andrew quietly lit a cigarette.
He knew that with his status, it was best not to get tangled up with Chloe again. He couldn't give her a future, and besides, he was 16 years older than her!
But they had history, and she was so heartbroken when she left.
He had to know she was okay.
Andrew thought he had a heart of stone, but those six months together, and her constant calls of "Andrew," had softened him up.
When she left, he knew he couldn't let go. But what could he do?
The next day, Andrew was coming.
Charlotte didn't go to Frederick's company. In the morning, she took Lola to the hospital, and in the afternoon, they went back to the villa.
Andrew showed up a little after two in the afternoon.
He didn't bring up Chloe, but Charlotte talked about some stuff.
He played with Lola, listening but kinda spaced out. Around five, he said goodbye to Charlotte, "I gotta rush back to Copenhagen, so I can't stay for dinner."
Charlotte was surprised. "You don't even have time for a meal?"
Andrew held Lola and smiled faintly. "Got business to handle. Next time."
Charlotte felt he was in a bad mood.
But since he didn't wanna talk about it, she didn't push.
Andrew kissed Lola again and left with big strides.
He got into the car and sat quietly. The driver asked softly, "Mr. Devereux, where to now?"
Andrew gently opened his palm.
There was a faint pink scar on it.
He whispered, "To 19 Maple Street."
The driver, who had been with him for a long time, knew some things. Andrew had never mentioned it, but a few years ago, for about six months, Andrew would come to Seattle for one or two nights every week.
That apartment was Andrew's property.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of the apartment on Maple Street, and Andrew went up by himself.
The apartment was about 1200 square feet and decked out.
He hadn't been there for a long time, and dust had settled everywhere, showing that the lady of the house hadn't been there for a long time either.
Andrew dusted off a spot on the couch.
He quietly smoked.
He had thought about marrying her.
First, she was too young, and second, what they had was more of a fling. Besides, given his complicated life, her simple nature wasn't really fit to be Mrs. Devereux.
After a long while, Andrew called his secretary, his voice a bit rough. "Nathan, help me find out where Chloe is."
Nathan Green was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected Andrew to bring up that name.
Andrew said calmly, "Go find out."
Nathan snapped out of it and immediately said, "Yes, sir."
Andrew hung up, closed the door, and left.
When he got downstairs, those melancholic feelings seemed to have passed. He was still the impeccable Andrew.
In the evening, Frederick rolled up, and as soon as he stepped out of the car, Dana told him Andrew had swung by.
He just nodded, playing it cool.
After a quick look around, he found Charlotte in the kitchen.
Charlotte was whipping up dinner, and it was clear she had prepped for Andrew's visit. Frederick couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. Since they got back together, she rarely cooked, but today she had a whole spread ready for Andrew.
She was focused on cooking, and her profile was soft and beautiful.
Frederick never thought he'd be lucky enough to be with her in the kitchen.
He handed his coat to Dana and moved closer to Charlotte. "Uncle Andrew came by. What did he say?"
Charlotte was making pasta.
She glanced at him and teased, "He's my uncle, not yours."
Frederick saw the smile in her eyes and felt a warm fuzz. He didn't argue. "I'll help you out."
Charlotte didn't want to boss him around. "Just keep Lola company."
Frederick lowered his voice. "I'd rather keep you company."
The kitchen staff tactfully left.
Frederick boldly wrapped his arms around her slim waist, his lips brushing against the back of her neck as he mumbled, "Babe, your skin is so soft here."
"I'm not your babe!"
"How are you not? We've slept together so many times, got a marriage certificate, and even have a kid."
He was being totally unreasonable.
Charlotte, having been harassed by him several times, sincerely suggested, "You should see a urologist. I'm really worried you are over the top with the sex drive."
Frederick knew when to stop. He kissed her on the cheek. "I'm gonna take a shower."
But as soon as he left the kitchen, Dana quietly told him, "Mr. Mitchell is here. He wants to see Charlotte."
Frederick frowned.
He gently rolled up his shirt sleeves and told Dana, "I'll handle it. Don't tell Charlotte."
Dana quickly nodded.
Frederick lit a cigarette and slowly walked towards the villa's entrance.
He had heard about Elijah's illness from Patrick. Patrick hadn't said much, and naturally, he wouldn't tell Charlotte.
When he reached the door, Elijah eagerly approached him. "Frederick!"
Frederick slowly exhaled a smoke ring and smiled faintly. "I'm still willing to call you Mr. Mitchell. But don't come here again, and don't look for Charlotte."
Elijah looked disappointed. He raised his eyes slightly and said slowly, "I don't want Charlotte to be a donor. I just want to see her."
He was holding gifts. Some were for Charlotte, and some were for Lola.
Frederick glanced at them. "If you don't want her to be a donor, what's the point of coming to see her now?"
Elijah's face stiffened, and he spoke with difficulty, "I didn't think it through."
Frederick no longer had much respect for him.
Partly because of Charlotte, and partly because the Hawkins family had confirmed that it was Katherine who pushed Chloe into the sea back then. The Mitchell family couple actually knew about it, but they still used this favor to hold the Hawkins family hostage for years.
Frederick directly told him to leave, "Don't come again. I don't want Charlotte to be hurt anymore."
Elijah still wanted to plead.
But Frederick was unmoved and turned to leave.
The iron gate closed, leaving Elijah outside. In his hands, besides the gifts, was a diary recording his beautiful memories with Victoria.
Frederick wanted to keep it from Charlotte.
But as soon as he returned to the kitchen, Charlotte softly said, "Was it Elijah who came by?"
Frederick didn't expect her to know.
Charlotte smiled faintly. "My mom told me as she is in the same hospital with him. Frederick, you don't have to worry about me being a donor. When I was 20, I wanted to donate bone marrow to someone in need. My info has long been in the bone marrow registry, and I'm not a match for him."
So Charlotte didn't have these worries.
After Charlotte finished speaking, Frederick suddenly hugged her. She was a bit surprised. "Frederick?"
Frederick whispered very softly in her ear, "Charlotte, in the future, can you tell me about these things? Tell me everything, and we'll share everything like a normal couple."
Charlotte pushed him away and continued cooking.
She said lightly, "Really? You didn't tell me about that actress either."
As soon as she finished speaking, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter.
Frederick forcefully held the back of her head and kissed her roughly.
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