Chapter 28: Stay with Me for a While
Frederick watched her quietly, sensing her hesitation.
After a bit, he let go of her arm, leaned back into the leather seat, and closed his eyes. He looked really tired.
Charlotte couldn't bring herself to scold him and just turned her head to look at him.
After a moment, Frederick pressed a button. The car's roof slid open, revealing a deep blue night sky. Nestled in the mountains, the stars shone exceptionally bright above them.
Frederick leaned back again, staring up at the night sky without saying a word.
Charlotte wanted to ask something but found herself pulled into his arms.
She was forced to lean against his shoulder, inhaling his unique scent, and her face turned red.
"Stay with me for a while," Frederick's voice was husky.
Charlotte couldn't refuse.
She didn't know if all successful men were good at hiding their feelings or if all women got soft on this, but Frederick had helped her before, and when he showed that tired and vulnerable expression, she couldn't push him away.
Maybe she was silent for too long, so Frederick asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing!" Charlotte's mind was a bit of a mess.
After that, neither of them spoke; they just held each other quietly.
Frederick was really good-looking. If Charlotte said she felt nothing, she'd be lying. She didn't push him away but instead quietly wrapped her arms around his waist.
Wrapped in his masculine aura, she couldn't deny that the feelings Frederick offered were unlike anything Ethan had ever provided. If it weren't for the issues at home, she might have been willing to have something with Frederick if she were single.
But there was too much complexity between them, destined to keep them apart.
She thought hazily and actually fell asleep in his arms.
Frederick looked down at the sleeping Charlotte in his arms.
Her golden hair spread over her shoulders, her clean little face, her thin shoulders—she was light and soft in his embrace.
Charlotte had a quiet, enduring beauty—not dazzling, but gentle. She seemed like the type who belonged in the comfort of home.
Frederick had been busy for days and was also a bit tired, so he gently closed his eyes.
When Charlotte woke up, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
She could clearly feel his intimacy pressing against her thigh.
She bit her lip, feeling a bit helpless and not daring to move.
In the dim car, Frederick's gaze was intense. Charlotte asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What time is it?"
Frederick's warm breath brushed against her ear. "Almost 1 AM. Wait a bit longer, and I'll take you home."
Charlotte didn't dare move and obediently lay in his arms.
Frederick suddenly chuckled, his mood inexplicably better. His long fingers lightly brushed her cheek. "Are you playing hard to get, my dear Ms. Russell? Are you repaying me, or are you enjoying it yourself?"
Charlotte's little secret was exposed, and she felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed. She didn't bother with him anymore and moved directly to the passenger seat.
Frederick let out a soft grunt and glanced at her.
Charlotte's face was hot, and she spoke to cover it up, "Mr. Hawkins, please take me home."
Frederick noticed the faint blush on her face.
He was slightly surprised. Charlotte had been with Ethan for four years and had been intimate with him several times, so she should be experienced. Why was she still blushing so easily?
Frederick felt a bit stirred; he did have some desire.
He took Charlotte home, but the address wasn't the upscale apartment from before; it was a rundown one. Charlotte said softly, "I'm here. Thank you, Mr. Hawkins."
Frederick lowered the car window, looked at the building outside, and then at Charlotte's thin frame.
He actually knew best how much she had endured, but today, even though there was such an opportunity, she did not make any demands of him.
For a moment, Frederick felt a pang of pity.
He even thought about breaking his rules to help her.
But that thought was fleeting. At the moment, Charlotte's place in his heart wasn't at such a significant level yet.