Chapter 277 Honey, Are You Happy
He rolled back home three nights later.
Charlotte was already out cold. He snuck in, dropped his bags, stripped down, and hit the shower. Then, he woke her up and got busy with her twice.
Late at night, Frederick crashed.
But Charlotte was wide awake. Even if she was clueless, she could figure out his game.
He didn't come back to play the loving hubby.
He just wanted to scratch an itch, legally.
Charlotte turned over, her hand sneaking out from under the covers to trace his handsome face. Her lips curled into a sly smile. "You're such a jerk! I can't handle you."
Frederick wasn't hitting the social scene much anymore; it was all work, work, work.
He was good to Lola, and Lola was fond of him too.
But behind closed doors, he was ice-cold to Charlotte. Except when they were getting it on, it was neither here nor there. They had all the marriage boxes checked except for the love part.
Frederick was cool with it.
A guy's dream is power, a wife, and kids; he had it all.
His wife also ticked all his boxes in bed.
No complaints here.
But Charlotte wasn't cool with it. She'd had the best love ever, and now she had her body back, but it wasn't the same Frederick.
Life was dull, and she couldn't change it.
Over time, even folks around them thought they were the perfect couple.
The five years of memory Frederick lost seemed like no big deal, but only Charlotte felt the loneliness after each night of passion.
Yeah, she felt lonely.
She tried; she was sweet and gentle, the perfect wife.
But she couldn't get into Frederick's heart. She couldn't get his love. He treated her like a rich guy treats his wife, keeping things stable, making sure she was comfy to pop out a clean heir for him.
At eight months pregnant, Frederick stopped having sex with her.
He started hitting the social scene more.
Charlotte didn't whine.
During the first snow of early winter, she gave birth to the Hawkins family's eldest grandson, Kingsley.
Patrick was stoked. Chloe teased him, and he wouldn't admit it. "I love Lola and Gavin equally."
But deep down, he loved Lola the most.
But the one who could be the Hawkins family heir had to be Kingsley, though Patrick would never admit it.
Chloe shot him a look.
She took care of Charlotte with extra care and even brought the baby over. "Charlotte, look, he looks just like you."
Even though Charlotte was exhausted, she leaned over to check out the kid.
He did look like her, with soft, deep golden hair.
His eyebrows and eyes were like hers, especially his cute little nose.
Patrick said to Laura, "Man, her genes are strong. The whole fam looks like the Devereux side."
Just then, Frederick walked in.
Even with two kids, he was still drop-dead gorgeous.
He leaned over, kissed Charlotte, then glanced at Kingsley in the crib and whispered, "Thanks for for everything you've been through."
Charlotte locked eyes with him and gave a faint smile.
Frederick went to pick up his son. The Hawkins clan was all over the baby, chatting about who he looked like, how cute he was, and how to feed him.
Charlotte turned away, feeling way too emotional.
They had two kids; Frederick had settled down. What more could she want?
But in that lively moment, she felt super lonely.
In her heart, she missed the Frederick who loved her. She wondered if they'd always live this polite and distant life forever.
He was swamped with work,
She had to juggle work and two kids.
He didn't know she was still waiting for him, waiting for him to come back.
In the VIP ward, everyone was all smiles.
Charlotte's eyes were misty.
Only Chloe noticed. She felt a pang of sadness and made an excuse to step out for some air.
Unexpectedly, she bumped into Andrew outside.
Andrew had been in Copenhagen for a meeting. As soon as it wrapped up, he took a special flight to see Charlotte and Kingsley.
At the door, he saw Chloe.
Andrew hadn't seen her in ages. When he was busy, it was manageable, but now that he saw her, he realized how much he missed her. Seeing her teary eyes, his voice softened. "What's up? Didn't the baby arrive safely?"
As he spoke, he handed the gift to Nathan. "You go in and see Charlotte and the baby first."
Nathan knew it was rare for them to meet, nodded, and went inside.
Andrew pulled Chloe to an empty emergency exit. The green iron door closed, and he gently pulled her hand away from her eyes. "You're all grown up; why are you always crying?"
"None of your business."
Chloe turned her face away, her eyes red.
Andrew chuckled, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag. "Let me guess, is it because of Charlotte?"
Chloe, having her thoughts exposed, was a bit annoyed.
And she was even more upset.
After all, there was someone in this world who got her, but Charlotte didn't have that.
For the first time in months, Chloe showed Andrew a softer side. She even cried in front of him. "Everyone thinks Charlotte is happy, but I know she's not. Frederick came back, but he doesn't remember Charlotte, and Charlotte loves him."
If it wasn't for love, if it wasn't for attachment, what woman could endure her husband's neglect?
Andrew quietly puffed on his cigarette.
He knew everything Chloe was saying, but what could he do about it?
Charlotte and Frederick had a ton of history. They were once so in love that no one who knew them could bear to see Charlotte give up, including Andrew.
He felt bad for Charlotte. From start to finish, the whole Katherine mess wasn't Charlotte's fault.
Frederick was just doing what a husband should do.
But Charlotte had to spend her whole life paying for it.
Andrew slightly tilted his head back, his eyes glistening.
He thought of his sister Victoria, thought of himself, and thought of Charlotte. It seemed the Devereux kids were destined to have messy love lives.
When Andrew walked into the hospital room, Frederick was seeing his parents off.
In the room, besides Charlotte, there was only Nathan. Seeing Andrew come in, Nathan grinned and said, "Mr. Devereux is here."
Charlotte tried to get up.
Andrew stopped her. "Just stay here in the bed. Aren't you afraid of the pain?"
He always felt sorry for her, gently touching her head and asking a few questions about the childbirth.
Charlotte smiled lightly. "It was okay. It's much easier than giving birth to Lola."
These words made Andrew feel even worse. He silently played with Kingsley for a while and then casually said, "If you're not happy, come stay in Copenhegan for a while. Adeline isn't well and can't fly; she misses you and the two kids day and night."
Charlotte got his drift, her gaze falling on Kingsley, and she softly said, "I'll go in a while."
Andrew smiled faintly, not pushing her.
Just then, Frederick returned with Lola after seeing his parents off.
As soon as Lola saw Andrew, she clung to him, wanting to be held.
Andrew usually spoiled her the most. Among the kids in the family, no one was more pampered than Lola.
He also wanted to give them a chance to talk, so he picked up Lola and said to Nathan, "Let's learn how to take care of kid. Come on. Let's take Lola for a walk outside."
Lola happily hugged Andrew's neck.
Andrew took her away.
The room went quiet again. Charlotte gently pulled the blanket over herself and smiled faintly. "With people coming and going, I'm a bit tired. I'll take a nap."
Frederick looked at her, remembering what Andrew had just said.
He somewhat guessed that in this relationship, Charlotte felt wronged.
But after living together for a few months, neither good nor bad, neither of them wanted to bring up the deeper issues first.
After all, she was attached to this marriage,
And he was slowly finding that this marriage was more beneficial than harmful to him.
Charlotte drifted off to sleep.
Frederick leaned back on the sofa, quietly watching her, lost in thought.
Just as he was deep in his thoughts, Kingsley woke up.
The healthy baby cried loudly, his little face turning bright red.
Charlotte naturally woke up. She looked at Kingsley and softly said to Frederick, "He must be hungry. Bring him over; I'll feed him."
Frederick's eyes were intense.
He gently picked up Kingsley and placed him in Charlotte's arms.
Kingsley was Charlotte's second child, but it was her first time nursing a baby. She clumsily unbuttoned her shirt and gently moved Kingsley so he could latch on.
Kingsley nursed greedily, swallowing eagerly.
Frederick sat down beside them.
He gently touched Kingsley's hair, his gaze sweeping over Charlotte's body, and casually said, "You just gave birth; how is your waist still so slim?"
Her body was simply enticing.
Frederick hadn't touched her for nearly two months, and now he was feeling a bit restless. Charlotte, focused on feeding the baby, didn't notice his change.
With a pop, Frederick's gaze deepened.
Kingsley was particularly well-behaved, falling asleep right after nursing.
Charlotte wanted to button up her shirt, but the other side was sore from rubbing against the fabric, probably from being too engorged.
She wanted to express some milk, but with Frederick right there, she was too embarrassed.
Early in the morning, Frederick was still asleep on the sofa.
Charlotte felt much lighter and walked to the bathroom, supporting herself against the wall, and unbuttoned her clothes.
It was her first time doing this, and she was nervous, fumbling around.
The bathroom door was gently pushed open.
Frederick hugged her from behind, kissing the soft spot behind her ear, and whispered, "Let me do it."
Charlotte was startled.
She met his gaze in the mirror.
Frederick's words were polite, but his actions were not. Charlotte didn't know if he had specifically learned how to do this, but his technique was very skilled, almost instinctive.
She closed her eyes, not daring to look at the scene in the mirror.
She knew how vulnerable she was.
"Is it still engorged? Are you feeling better? If not, I can continue."
He whispered those intimate words in her ear. Charlotte knew he was doing it on purpose. She clutched her clothes tightly and whispered, "It's okay; I feel much better."
But the next second, she was lifted onto the sink.
Frederick remembered she had just given birth, placing one hand under her to support her as she sat. With his other hand, he unceremoniously pulled her clothes aside, his voice hoarse and sexy. "This height is just right."
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