Chapter 244 Tell me, whose child is it
It was late at night. Frederick changed his clothes and went out. When he drove to the old alley and opened the car door, he felt heartbroken.
Chloe lived in a place like this.
After a while, he knocked on the door.
After a long time, Chloe's voice came from inside. "Who is it?"
Frederick, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, said in a calm voice, "It's me! Open the door!"
Chloe slowly opened the door. Her face was pale, and her voice was trembling. "Frederick!"
The dilapidated house in the alley was shrouded in the darkness of the night.
Frederick looked at Chloe, at her plain clothes, and then at the shabby house behind her.
His eyes throbbed with pain, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly.
After taking a deep drag, he walked in and looked around. "Where's the child?"
Chloe was startled。 "Did Charlotte tell you?"
Frederick said angrily, "If she didn't tell me, would she help you hide and let you continue living in this dump? Whose child is it?"
So far, he really didn't know who the child's father was.
Chloe wouldn't let him into the room.
Frederick stubbed out the cigarette and exhaled the last puff of smoke. "Who is it?"
No matter who it was, he would teach them a lesson within a day!
Chloe blocked the doorway, pleading softly, "Gavin and I are doing fine! Frederick, I can take care of him myself. Please don't ask!"
Frederick's eyes turned slightly red. He was only half a step away from her. He reached out and pulled her behind him, then entered the bedroom.
The simple bedroom was less than 100 square feet.
Besides an old bed, there was only a small desk with dozens of magazines on it.
Frederick walked over and flipped through the few low-tier magazines, all featuring Chloe, the daughter of the Hawkins family, on the cover!
His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and then he walked towards the old bed.
A very young child was sleeping soundly.
His face was fair, with a small head of short golden hair.
Those familiar eyebrows and unique hair color made Frederick's eyes turn red!
He didn't ask who the child's father was anymore because there was no need to ask!
Frederick suddenly turned around and glared at Chloe.
Chloe's lips trembled, and her entire face was contorted. She pleaded cautiously, "Frederick, don't go after him! I've already broken up with him."
Frederick reached out and gently touched Gavin, who was warm and soft.
Frederick was momentarily dazed and asked softly, "Him? Who? Chloe, tell me!"
Chloe covered her mouth.
Frederick actually knew in his heart whose child this was.
Frederick suppressed his voice. "When did you get involved with him? Do you know what you're doing? He's more than ten years older than you. Someone of his status, unmarried in his forties, has met so many people. How could he be interested in you?"
Chloe felt extremely embarrassed.
She knew she had overestimated herself!
Frederick didn't ask anymore. He took off his coat and put it on Gavin, then gently picked him up.
"Frederick!" Chloe grabbed his arm, pleading.
In the dim light, Frederick's face was as dark as water. "Either you come back with me now, or I call Andrew to come and get you both. Choose one!"
Chloe had no choice. She packed a few clothes and left with Frederick.
As they went downstairs, Gavin woke up. He looked at Frederick in a daze, a bit scared but didn't cry.
Frederick patted his head and said gently, "I'm your uncle! Mommy is here too!"
Gavin saw Chloe beside him. He closed his eyes in relief.
Frederick felt a pang of heartache. When they reached the car, he carefully placed Gavin in the child seat and then looked at Chloe.
Chloe silently got into the car and said in a low voice, "Don't tell Mom and Dad for now, okay?"
"You still know fear?"
Frederick snorted coldly, closed the car door, and walked to the front to get in. He was really angry and wanted to smoke, but held back because of the child.
After a moment of silence, he gently pressed the gas pedal.
In half an hour, the car slowly drove into the villa gate.
He originally didn't intend to disturb Charlotte, but Charlotte, already preoccupied, was awakened by the sound of the door opening and closing. She got up lightly, wearing a robe.
Standing at the staircase, she saw Frederick holding Gavin, with Chloe following behind.
Charlotte was momentarily stunned.
Frederick said softly, "Let Gavin sleep with Lola tonight! You talk to Chloe!"
Charlotte nodded. She walked upstairs and opened the door for Frederick.
Frederick carried Gavin in and gently placed him in the bed where Charlotte had slept.
Probably because the bed was too soft, Gavin didn't wake up.
Lola, however, woke up a little, opened her eyes, then turned over and hugged Gavin, like holding a puppy, and fell asleep.
They had the same fair face, similar features, and golden hair.
Frederick felt a wave of tenderness.
He patted Lola, then touched Gavin, and said softly, "This child looks like his father!"
Charlotte felt quite guilty.
Frederick turned around, his voice very gentle. "You should have guessed whose child it is, right?"
He spoke quite bluntly!
Charlotte whispered, "Don't let the child hear. We'll talk tomorrow!"
Frederick glared at her.
In the past, Charlotte was afraid of him, but now she wasn't as scared. As she walked out of the bedroom, she boldly said, "You shouldn't take it out on me! It's not my fault!"
Frederick's expression softened a bit.
He squeezed her hand. "Stay with Chloe. I'm going to the study to have a cigarette."
Charlotte nodded.
In fact, their own issues hadn't been resolved yet; there was still tension between them. But when it came to family matters, they instinctively relied on each other.
Charlotte led Chloe to the guest room and whispered, "He's still angry. Don't mind him! Take a bath first., I'll make you some food, your favorite fried chicken."
Just as she was about to leave, Chloe hugged her tightly.
Charlotte felt a wave of emotion.
She patted Chloe's hand and whispered, "You should have come back sooner! Frederick is really angry!"
Chloe softly called out, "Charlotte!"
Charlotte tidied her hair a bit. "I'll go make some food. You take a bath first! Everything you need is in there!"
Chloe nodded.
Charlotte went to prepare the food, and when it was ready, Chloe came downstairs.
She was wearing her own pajamas, the cotton kind, so worn that the colors were fading.
Charlotte noticed.
She didn't say anything, just trembled slightly as she spoke, "Come eat! It's all your favorites!"
Chloe sat down to eat.
She was silent, unlike before when she always had so much to say, like a printer.
Charlotte just kept her company.
After eating, Chloe had tears in her eyes. "Charlotte, I'm scared! He couldn't marry me back then, and now I've almost forgotten him."
How could she still think of him?
For the past two years, she had been raising the child alone, living in such hardship, worrying about money for formula and rent every day.
The glamorous days she had with him were like fleeting moments, blown away by the wind.
Occasionally, she saw him in the newspapers.
He was still the dignified, spirited 'Mr. Devereux'.
And she, Chloe, was no longer the fresh, young girl she once was; time had worn away all her edges.
Charlotte didn't dare make any promises. She whispered, "Frederick will definitely vent his anger! But he won't hurt Gavin!"
Chloe nodded tearfully.
Charlotte settled her in and then went to the study to find Frederick.
She pushed open the heavy door of the study; it was dim inside, with only a small wall lamp lit.
Frederick was sitting behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts, showing how agitated and angry he was.
Charlotte closed the door and walked to the window to open it.
She whispered, "Why smoke so much? Aren't you afraid of choking?"
Frederick watched her quietly.
Tonight was different from usual; Charlotte proactively walked to his side, sat on his lap, and gently hugged him.
Frederick stubbed out the cigarette and leaned on her shoulder.
They stayed quietly embraced for a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Charlotte, am I a failure? If I hadn't insisted on going to Novaria back then, maybe Andrew and Chloe wouldn't have had the chance to get together. Those days Andrew spent in the hospital were probably the breeding ground for their relationship!"
Charlotte asked softly, "Would you have agreed?"
Frederick pinched her waist lightly. "Why don't you ask my parents that? Do you think I'm easy to talk to, so you try to convince me first, and then have me convince our parents?"
Charlotte didn't deny it. She slowly pressed her face against his.
Frederick's face was very warm.
After a while, he asked softly, "Are you speaking for Andrew or pleading for Chloe?"
Charlotte shook her head. She hugged his shoulders and back, her voice light and gentle. "Neither! I'm doing it for Gavin!"
Frederick didn't respond.
Charlotte was too smart; she knew his thoughts.
Indeed, he was angry at both Chloe and Andrew, but the only one he felt sorry for was the child. By mentioning the child, she had hit the nail on the head.
Charlotte cupped his handsome face and gave him a gentle kiss. "No matter what, let's give Gavin the greatest dignity, okay? He will grow up in the Hawkins family. He will need to go to school."
She really knew how to talk, staring into his eyes. "He shares your blood too."
Frederick suddenly chuckled. He pulled her closer, pressing his forehead against hers. "But he really looks like Andrew."
Charlotte didn't argue. She kissed him softly, using her feminine tenderness to soften him.
Frederick's hand slid up and down her waist, his voice low. "Charlotte, are you trying to use your body to solve this? Let me tell you, even if we do it tonight, I won't change what I need to do! Besides, I want us to truly reconcile. Our marital life should be about mutual desire and natural occurrence, not for anyone else, just because we want each other."
Charlotte didn't tease him further.
She lay on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his neck, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and whispered, "Frederick, your self-control seems to have improved a lot!"
His gaze was deep, not agreeing with her.
"Charlotte, you are my wife. I want to respect you! I want to make you truly comfortable, to make you feel that every moment with me is worth savoring!"
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