Chapter 284 You've Been Neglecting Me for a Long Time
It was crazy late.
The two of them dragged themselves upstairs.
As soon as they hit the master bedroom, Frederick shut the door and yanked Charlotte into his arms.
Her face smacked lightly against his shoulder.
Her cheek brushed against his shirt, catching a whiff of that faint tobacco scent.
Charlotte knew what he was after.
She had to admit, she missed that smell too.
But now wasn't the time, and she wasn't feeling it, so she asked softly, "What's on your mind?"
Frederick looked down at her.
Right then, she felt all soft and warm.
He started explaining, "I could never have feelings for her. Don't be mad, okay?"
Charlotte leaned against his shoulder and said gently, "She really cares about you."
She wasn't throwing a fit; she just wanted him to sort it out and make a decision that'd make her happy.
He wasn't dumb; he should get what she meant.
Sure enough, Frederick paused for a moment and gently stroked her cheek. "She's irrelevant. Charlotte, you should know where my heart is. After New Year's, we'll move back to the villa. Wasn't it good like that before?"
He spoke tenderly, probably using up all his patience.
But Charlotte couldn't help but feel let down.
Her body gradually grew cold, even though the bedroom was fully heated.
Her voice carried fatigue. "Frederick, you still don't get it."
She pushed him away and walked towards the door. As she grabbed the doorknob, her tone turned distant. "I'll sleep with the kids. Goodnight."
Frederick called out to her, "Charlotte."
Charlotte lowered her eyes but still opened the door, her figure disappearing into the hallway.
Frederick stood there for a long time before slowly sitting down on the sofa. He actually had a ton of work to handle, but he couldn't focus. He just wanted to pull Charlotte into bed.
He thought maybe this is just a guy thing.
Once he had a taste of intimacy, it was hard to give it up.
Otherwise, he had initially resisted this marriage, but after getting close to her, he actually started to enjoy this family life a bit, even thinking that having a wife and kids wasn't so bad.
He also found it hard to understand her thoughts.
He had no feelings for Brenda; it was just a small favor, and that's all.
Maybe he felt a bit more sympathy.
That's all.
In the end, he still looked at documents for two hours before taking a shower and hitting the sack.
Half-asleep, he felt a little furball in the bed. Reaching out, he pulled Lola into his arms. Her cold little feet pressed against his stomach, and she squealed, "Daddy, warm my feet."
Frederick lay flat and flicked on the bedside lamp.
Lola hugged his neck.
Her golden curls fluffed against his face like a squirrel's tail, and her soft little face pressed against his skin, her breath sweet and warm.
Frederick touched her waist, unable to stop looking at her.
She looked so much like Charlotte!
But she was a hundred times cuter than Charlotte!
Early in the morning, Charlotte came back to change clothes.
She opened the door and saw Lola snuggled up to Frederick, sleeping soundly.
The scene was so reminiscent of the past.
Charlotte couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
She walked to the bedside and slowly sat down, looking at the sleeping man. At this moment, there were no arguments, no worries about his amnesia, and no concerns about whether he loved her.
She felt as if she had returned to the past and couldn't help but softly say, "Frederick."
Frederick woke up to see the tenderness in Charlotte's eyes that she couldn't hide in time.
She seemed startled and wanted to run away.
Frederick wouldn't let her leave and miss such an opportunity.
He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, speaking softly, "Charlotte, you haven't called me Frederick in a long time."
Charlotte was forced to lie on his chest, with Lola's sleeping face right beside her.
She struggled slightly. "You'll wake Lola."
Frederick's blue eyes gazed at her.
After a moment, he moved Lola to the side and then eagerly flipped over, pinning Charlotte beneath him, kissing her passionately.
Charlotte pounded his chest. "Frederick, you're crazy."
He paused slightly, his chin slightly raised, his eyes full of desire.
He lightly pinched her chin and leaned in to bite her, his words indecent.
"You're my wife; what's wrong with doing it once? If you don't do it with me, who do you want to do it with? I don't believe you don't have needs. I wanted to take it slow, but you didn't give me the chance. Then let's just get straight to it. We've been married for years, after all; this shouldn't be unfamiliar to you."
He was truly infuriating, and Charlotte kicked him in anger.
What a bastard.
Lola was right there, and he could still act like this.
Charlotte struggled while suppressing her voice. "Let go; I don't want to do it with you."
Frederick didn't hesitate.
His long fingers began to explore, looking down at her disheveled appearance. "But I want to. I've wanted you for so many nights."
Since the kid was a month old, she'd been kinda ignoring him until now.
Now, he wanted to make love to her.
Charlotte was about to wake Lola when there was a knock on the door, followed by Dana's voice. "Frederick, there's a lady here delivering New Year's gifts. Do you want to see her?"
Frederick's body stiffened slightly.
He looked deeply at the woman in his arms, his voice hoarse. "Let her wait a moment."
In previous years, clients from the firm would visit around the New Year.
Frederick would never refuse such things.
He climbed off Charlotte, glanced at Lola, and then lightly stroked Charlotte's back, as if sending a small electric current. "We'll continue later."
He thought for a moment and then, unable to bear it, said, "Can you wait for me in the guest room?"
But Charlotte didn't want to.
If he hadn't forced her just now, they wouldn't have kissed like that. She got out of bed and walked into the walk-in closet.
Frederick watched her and smiled.
He freshened up, changed his clothes, and slowly went downstairs. However, when he saw who was sitting in the living room, he frowned slightly.
It was Brenda.
She had come to see Charlotte yesterday and now him today. What did she want?
Frederick believed he hadn't given her any wrong impressions, and considering the unpleasant things about this girl, he felt somewhat uncomfortable, so his tone was cold. "You're no longer interning at the firm. What are you doing here?"
Brenda heard his voice and suddenly looked up.
She saw Frederick coming down the stairs, his tall and slender figure, his chiseled and handsome features. Because he was at home, he was dressed casually.
A black turtleneck sweater and gray wool trousers.
He looked dazzlingly handsome.
She glanced around the manor villa. There was many servants, and everything here was what she had always longed for since she was a child.
But Charlotte had it all.
Brenda quickly picked up the fruit basket beside her and said somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. Hawkins, I heard that you recommended me for that job and also supported me financially. I'm very grateful to you."
She extended the fruit basket to him, her hand straight and stretched out long.
Frederick didn't take it.
He was a bit unhappy. He should have been enjoying himself with Charlotte, but was interrupted, only to find it was Brenda downstairs.
He sat across from her and had Dana bring him a cup of black coffee. Then he said lightly, "I think I need to make this clear to you. You don't need to thank me or bring New Year's gifts. Don't come here again, and don't look for my wife anymore. She's quite upset."
Brenda blurted out, "She told you?"
Frederick sipped his coffee, looking unfazed. "Told me what?"
Brenda felt a wave of embarrassment.
Her admiration was obvious to the man in front of her, but he didn't care.
His sympathy for her was only because of her face.
She wanted to express her feelings further, but the man in front of her was already a bit impatient. She bit her lip lightly, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean anything else, Mr. Hawkins. I'll leave now. I won't bother you or your wife again."
With that, she got up and left, covering her mouth as if she were crying.
Charlotte stood on the second floor, witnessing everything.
She quietly watched Brenda walk into the house, just like Katherine did years ago.
The difference was, Brenda was very smart. She wasn't as willful as Katherine; she knew when to advance and retreat and understood her strengths.
Frederick also saw Charlotte.
He got up and went upstairs, gently hugging her waist from behind, trying to kiss her.
Charlotte pushed him away. "I'm not in the mood anymore."
Frederick grabbed her hand. "Charlotte. There's nothing between us. You should see that. Don't let such a small thing ruin our relationship."
"Do we have a relationship? She could find me yesterday, come to our home today, and what's next? Invite you to her apartment for the night? Don't overestimate her moral boundaries. Mr. Hawkins, I've said it before, if you don't make a statement, we'll just stay like this."
It wasn't that she didn't want to deal with Brenda. Nothing could ease her anger except killing her.
After a while, she changed her clothes and went downstairs, looking like she was going out.
Frederick was in the dining room, flipping through the newspaper. Seeing her change her shoes, he asked, "Where are you going so early? Isn't the company on holiday?"
Charlotte replied calmly, "I'm going for a postpartum check-up. You wouldn't remember, of course!"
After she finished speaking, she felt aggrieved.
The current Frederick showed interest in her only because he liked her body.
Frederick was visibly stunned.
He then remembered that Cherie had placed a health check report for Charlotte on his desk. He had glanced at it but hadn't paid much attention. He thought she might be missing the "old Frederick" at this moment.
Without thinking, he said, "I'll go with you."
Charlotte didn't object.
Even though they argued, she wouldn't refuse the dignity a wife should have.
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