Chapter 265 It Won't Hurt the Baby
So, here's a little twist to bring Chloe into the mix.
After a bit, the astrologer gave a sly grin and said, "The one you're looking for is a Scorpio."
Scorpio?
Laura's mind immediately went to that college professor, but nah, he wasn't a Scorpio. She felt a bit bummed out.
Then Charlotte chimed in softly, "Andrew's a Scorpio."
Laura went quiet.
The astrologer chuckled. "The one meant for her won't drift away."
Maybe 'cause Charlotte spoke up, he took a closer look, and after a bit, he seemed kinda surprised. Then he glanced at the handsome dude next to her.
The astrologer was shook.
He pointed at Frederick. "You've got a lot of old grudges. Your family ties are pretty thin."
The Hawkins family was floored.
Laura's face was all sad, and she was worried. Even Charlotte's expression changed a bit.
Frederick's Adam's apple bobbed.
He kept his cool and whispered, "I believe we make our own destiny."
The astrologer clasped his hands together. "Your strong personality might be a danger to those around you."
He suddenly grabbed Charlotte's hand and wrote "wait" in her palm.
Late at night, Charlotte got Lola to sleep and headed back to the astrologer bedroom, but Frederick was MIA.
She found him in the study.
It was super late.
He didn't bother with the lights, just stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly smoking, the smoke drifting away in the night breeze.
Charlotte closed the door, walked over, and hugged him from behind. "Frederick, still thinking about what he said?"
Since they got back, he'd been down.
Clearly, it bugged him.
Frederick patted her hand on his waist, put out the cigarette, and whispered, "Nah, I'm good."
Charlotte pressed her cheek against his back, trying to cheer him up, "Then snap out of it, okay? That astrologer might've been full of it."
Frederick turned around and gave a small smile.
He touched her belly. "Is the baby behaving?"
Charlotte gave him a look. "It's just over a month. How can you even tell?"
Frederick hugged her, kissing her hair. "Charlotte, I'll be there when this baby is born and watch it grow up. I won't let you leave again."
Charlotte leaned into his arms, listening to him.
She'd been with him long enough to know he was still tense.
She wanted to make him feel better.
She raised her head, kissing his chiseled jaw, then moved down to kiss his neck. Her warm breath stirred him, and she was rarely this forward.
Frederick gently tugged her long hair, his eyes filled with desire.
He wanted her, but he was also worried about the baby.
After a while, he couldn't hold back anymore. He picked her up and gently placed her on the big desk. Charlotte was a bit scared, clinging to his neck. "Frederick."
In the dim light, he leaned in to kiss her.
Charlotte tried to move, but he wouldn't let her. He tightly clasped her fingers, kissing down bit by bit.
"Frederick." Charlotte's voice was trembling.
This feeling, she had only felt once, on that snowy night when he carried her to the piano. That night, she'd never forget.
Frederick comforted her, his voice hoarse. "Don't worry. It won't hurt the baby."
He admitted that the astrologer's words made him uneasy, so he had to do something to calm his inner turmoil.
After a long time, Frederick straightened up, still kissing her.
Charlotte's body was still trembling. She let him kiss her, sharing the madness together.
The night was cool as water.
Their breaths mingled, warm and intertwined.
Charlotte lay on his shoulder, her voice trembling with a hint of crying. "Feeling better now?"
Frederick responded absentmindedly. He leaned close to her ear, asking in a low, hoarse voice. "Did it feel good?"
Charlotte couldn't speak.
Frederick held her close, and it was a while before, just as Charlotte was about to drift off, he whispered in her ear, "Charlotte, I love you."
Charlotte felt like she'd been hit with a warm wave, right to her core.
Their wedding was set for a month later. With Laura and Chloe handling the details, Charlotte was chill. She just had to take care of Lola, same as always.
Frederick, though, was swamped.
He had to wrap up work to clear a month for traveling with Charlotte. Lola was coming along too.
While he was buried in business, Cherie barged in, holding a stack of financial reports.
Frederick barely glanced up. "Just leave it."
Cherie didn't budge.
Frederick found it odd, so he took a look. It was the financial report for Wise Counsel Law Firm, and he froze for a sec.
Three years ago, he ditched the legal game.
But Wise Counsel was his baby, and he still owned the majority.
He should've sold it ages ago, but he hadn't.
Frederick skimmed through it, then told Cherie, "Put out a notice. If the price is right, sell it."
Cherie nodded, feeling a bit bummed.
This firm was Frederick's brainchild, handling big-shot cases left and right. Back in the day, getting an appointment with him was tougher than seeing a top doc.
Cherie left quickly.
Frederick sat there, flipping through the report. The astrologer's words were still messing with his head.
Only he knew the shady stuff he'd done to win those cases and rake in the dough.
Feeling down, his desk phone rang.
It was the cops, and the voice was super polite. "Mr. Hawkins?"
Frederick figured it was about Katherine and exchanged a few words.
Then the cop got to the point. "Mr. Hawkins, Miss Mitchell wants to see you before she leaves. Are you available?"
Frederick gripped the phone, fuming.
He lowered his voice. "She tried to kill my daughter. Do you think I'm available?"
The cop got the hint and apologized before hanging up.
Frederick slammed the phone down.
Feeling restless, he lit a cigarette.
The astrologer's words echoed in his mind.
"Your strong personality may endanger those around you."
Frederick used to scoff at that stuff, but now it was hitting different.
He smoked half the cigarette, then called Cherie back in, saying seriously, "I want to start a charitable foundation. Let's call it the Vertex Innovations Group Foundation. I'll kick in $200 million, focusing on orphaned kids."
Cherie was taken aback. 'Why's Mr. Hawkins suddenly into charity?'
But she didn't ask, just jotted it down. "Got it. I'll get on it tomorrow."
Frederick waved her off.
He couldn't focus on work, leaning back in his chair, thinking he needed to do more to build up good karma for his wife and daughter.
The phone rang again. It was Charlotte.
Frederick picked up, his voice soft. "Did you pick out the wedding dress? If you did, I'll come back this afternoon to join you, and we can try it together."
Charlotte chuckled. "I'm not that fragile. I'll take the driver's car over. Meet me at the store, Frederick. I found a cute little dress for Lola; I'll send you a pic."
Frederick agreed. He hung up and soon got the picture.
It was a gorgeous puffy dress, perfect for Lola's golden curls.
Frederick imagined the three of them in their wedding photos, feeling all warm and fuzzy. He replied on Facebook: [It looks awesome. I'll come back this afternoon to pick you up, and then we'll get Lola.]
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