Chapter 285 Frederick, I Want to Kiss
After hopping in the car, Charlotte leaned back and kept quiet.
Frederick wanted to break the ice between them.
This morning, even though they didn't go all the way, he felt a special connection. Plus, his desire to conquer made him think: one day, Charlotte would willingly give him a BJ as she did in the video. And if she wanted, he'd be down to do it for her too.
Besides, he liked Lola and Kingsley.
This marriage was starting to mean a lot to him.
Frederick thought it over and decided to own up first.
He gently stroked her cheek and whispered, "Still mad? She's just some nobody. How about this? The firm will stop sponsoring her. But cutting off her part-time job? Charlotte, I can't just call and ruin someone's life. Don't you think?"
"If she comes again, you won't see her?"
"I already told the butler to keep her out." he replied.
Trying to make things right, he called Cherie from the car and told her to cancel the sponsorship. From now on, no more Brenda.
Charlotte's expression softened a bit.
She didn't want to ruin someone's life; she just didn't want Frederick tangled up with others.
Especially since Brenda was Katherine's sister.
Frederick noticed her softening and couldn't help but say in a low, passionate voice, "I'll go with you for the check-up later. Whatever precautions we need, we'll take them together."
He gently caressed her waist, his voice hoarse, "I heard that after giving birth, a woman's body changes. Charlotte, why do I feel like there's no change? Your skin's even tighter than a young girl's."
Charlotte glanced at him. "How many young girls have you messed around with?"
Frederick chuckled.
Actually, he hadn't seen any. At least, not that he remembered.
But as a man, he wouldn't admit that. He casually patted his pants and asked, "We've been married for years. You know it for sure."
He lightly pinched her cheek again. "You're prone to jealousy. You must know."
Charlotte smiled serenely.
Frederick looked at her gentle profile, his heart softening. He lowered his voice and said, "Let's stop this. Let's live well together from now on, okay?"
Given his age and Charlotte's recovery, he thought they could have another kid.
But no rush, it also depended on Charlotte's willingness.
Maybe because he made a statement, their relationship got way better. In and out of the hospital, Frederick was always busy taking care of things. Even Jared said, "Frederick seems half as considerate as he used to be."
Charlotte sat on a bench, holding a cup of hot water.
She smiled lightly, watching Frederick walk over. As he approached, he whispered, "You're looking great. You're totally ready for some action."
Charlotte's face flushed slightly. She pretended to look casual, then put the paper into her bag.
Frederick stepped forward, wrapped his arm around her waist, and whispered, "Come with me to buy some stuff. Dad's given me a ton of tasks, afraid I won't be tired enough."
Charlotte looked up and couldn't help but lightly stroke his handsome face. "You asked for it. Dad's got a lot of opinions about you lately."
Frederick grabbed her hand. He lowered his voice. "Why does he like you so much?"
He knew his dad's temperament, which was a lot like his own. But his dad's love for Charlotte almost surpassed Chloe, and surprisingly, Chloe wasn't upset and even liked Charlotte a lot.
What kind of magic did this woman have?
Charlotte gracefully walked towards the elevator. "Of course, because I'm great."
Jared had already gone downstairs, leaving just the two of them in the elevator, so they got a bit indulgent. He pressed her against the elevator wall, skillfully teasing her, and whispered in her ear, "Can you show me just how great you are—in bed?"
Charlotte's face turned red.
Frederick's shamelessness now exceeded her expectations.
She wondered if all men were naturally good at this.
Charlotte didn't act impulsively, though she actually wanted to. The man in front of her was someone she loved deeply. How could she not want to be intimate with him?
But she knew that once she gave everything, she'd have no cards left to play.
He could manipulate her as he wished.
What would she do if he got bored one day?
Charlotte's hand, resting on his shoulder, slid down to his belt. Her fair fingers traced the buckle teasingly. "Let's see what you got."
Frederick, turned on, bit her ear. "You're such a tease."
Luckily, he knew better than to go too far in public.
They spent the whole day shopping, even picking out new clothes for the kids for New Year. Charlotte even grabbed two sets for Johnny and had the store send them straight to the Flores Family.
On the way back, Frederick drove. After a bit, he suddenly asked, "You like Johnny a lot, huh?"
Charlotte nodded. "He's super handsome and really smart."
Frederick held the wheel and coughed lightly. "What do you mean by handsome?"
Charlotte glanced at him. She knew what he meant; he wanted to know if she thought he was good-looking.
Frederick was, of course, good-looking.
In fact, he was the best-looking guy Charlotte had ever seen.
She said, "You are what I call good-looking."
Frederick smiled lightly, reached out to touch the windshield, and murmured, "It's snowing again. If it gets heavy, we'll have to spend the whole New Year at home. See if there's any movie you haven't watched, and we can binge it at home."
The snowflakes grew larger.
Charlotte's slender fingers touched the car window.
In such weather, being in the car with him and enjoying the snowy scenery made her heart flutter.
At a red light, she called softly, "Frederick."
He responded with a hum.
Then, he turned the car towards another exit and parked by the roadside.
With a slight sound, he unbuckled his seatbelt, and then Charlotte was pulled into his arms. Her coat was peeled off, leaving only a thin red sweater clinging to her delicate body.
Frederick didn't kiss her directly. He pressed her against the steering wheel, his warm hands constantly caressing her slender waist.
"What do you want to say?" he asked.
Charlotte untied her hair, letting her golden waist-length hair fall around her, carrying the scent of gardenias.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her red lips slightly parted, her voice husky and very sexy. "Frederick, I want to kiss!"
He was greatly aroused by her, a faint blush rising on his neck, with slight veins showing. He was filled with desire.
He leaned in and captured her lips, kissing her.
For grown men and women, once the fire is ignited, kissing is naturally not enough.
Fortunately, it was already evening.
Charlotte was shy and wouldn't agree to do it in the car, especially by the roadside.
Frederick couldn't hold back. He whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Don't move. I'll serve you. If I don't do well, tell me."
He was inexperienced, having no memory of serving a woman.
But he wanted Charlotte to feel good.
In the end, they were both a mess.
Charlotte's face was flushed, her heart racing. She tried to button up her wool skirt but couldn't manage it for a long time.
Frederick tidied himself up.
Seeing Charlotte struggling, his heart softened. He took over and skillfully buttoned it for her.
Their eyes met, filled with undeniable desire.
They hadn't had enough, far from it.
Frederick's voice was hoarse. "Let's go home for dinner. Dad has called several times."
They hadn't answered.
Because they simply couldn't stop.
Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, her face still hot. She turned her face away, not daring to look at him.
Frederick fastened his seatbelt and chuckled as he hit the gas. "Why are you acting like a little girl? Haven't we done this outside before?"
"No." Charlotte's face was burning, and she rolled down the window a bit.
But Frederick quickly closed it for her, his voice low and husky. "Don't open it. It feels good now, but you'll catch a cold later, and then Kingsley won't be able to nurse."
Charlotte lightly brushed her long hair. "You only care about him."
"I care about you more. I'm afraid you'll be in pain from the swelling."
They continued talking like this.
It was somewhat sweet.
Outside the car, snowflakes were falling.
Inside the car, it was warm, with the person she loved sitting beside her.
As the windows fogged up, Charlotte gently wrote his name on the glass.
Frederick.
His phone rang several times.
Since Frederick was driving, he let Charlotte check it. Charlotte recognized it as Brenda's number because she had seen the information before.
Charlotte calmly said, "It's a stranger."
Frederick smiled. "Put it on the blacklist. It's the New Year, and all sorts of sales calls are coming in."
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