Chapter 289 Now, She Just Wants to Hurt Him
Right then, someone strolled out of the club's revolving door.
It was Ethan.
He had Charlotte's fur coat in his hand. Seeing the couple all wrapped up in each other, he smirked, his voice dripping with a mix of tenderness and sass. "Charlotte, you forgot your coat."
Charlotte tensed up.
No matter how messy things were at home, this was the last thing she wanted to deal with.
Frederick was fuming. He held Charlotte tighter, glaring daggers at Ethan.
Ethan took a step closer.
Frederick shifted, opened the car door, and practically shoved Charlotte inside. Then, facing Ethan, he flashed a cold grin. "Thanks, Mr. Cooper!"
He grabbed the coat.
Ethan didn't let go right away, and they had a silent tug-of-war before Ethan finally let it go.
Frederick sneered, "Mr. Cooper, if you're so lonely, why not go on more dates?"
Ethan chuckled, lighting a cigarette. "Charlotte's married, but she's still out here having fun. Frederick, if she really cared about you, why are you standing here like her chauffeur?"
Frederick shot back, "That's still better than pining for someone else's wife!"
Ethan gave him a look. "Yeah, I'm still pining. Starting tomorrow, I'll chase her like crazy. Who knows, maybe Charlotte will come around?"
He was half-joking, half-serious.
But deep down, he knew Charlotte was never coming back to him.
Frederick didn't want to waste any more breath.
He walked to the front, got in the car, and tossed the coat into the back seat, clearly pissed off.
He had lost so many memories; he didn't even know how far Charlotte had gone with Ethan.
Did they kiss?
Did they sleep together?
Frederick floored it.
Charlotte slowly realized something was off. She clutched her chest and softly asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Frederick didn't answer.
His handsome face looked especially stern in the night.
Just like when she first met him.
An hour later, the car stopped at the villa where they used to live together. No one lived there now, and the servants were on leave, leaving the big place empty.
Frederick unbuckled his seatbelt, walked around, and dragged Charlotte out of the car.
Charlotte resisted.
He just picked her up, carrying her like a sack of potatoes, ignoring her kicking and screaming.
He turned on the lights as he walked, and soon the villa was lit up like a Christmas tree.
He tossed Charlotte onto the big bed.
Her soft body bounced lightly on the plush bed. Just as she was about to make a run for it, he pinned her hands down, trapping her.
Tonight, she looked stunning.
Her chest heaving with anger made her even more irresistible.
Frederick, already burning with desire, was further provoked by Ethan tonight, making him act on impulse. He held her hands with one hand to keep her still and gripped her chin with the other to force a kiss.
The hot kiss, filled with his desire, overwhelmed her.
Charlotte didn't want this, not at all.
She shook her head from side to side, trying to escape his kiss.
"Frederick, don't touch me!"
Frederick lifted his body, his breath ragged, his blue eyes intense. "You're my wife. Why can't I touch you?"
Charlotte struggled for a long time, losing her strength.
She sank into the soft bed, murmuring, "Because you disgust me."
Frederick was taken aback.
He stared at the woman beneath him, not expecting her to say such a thing.
She said he disgusted her?
Didn't she love him?
Charlotte's lips trembled, her nose red, but she held back her tears.
"Frederick, if you had even a little love for me, you'd know how deeply Katherine hurt me, how deeply she hurt Lola. Lola almost died! And now you're taking care of her sister! You left the whole family to run off to the mountains for days! Mr. Hawkins, you are truly charming! The young girl is willing to risk her life for you!"
Frederick let go of her.
He slowly moved back, sitting on her calves.
He even thought about lighting a cigarette.
He stared at her for a long time before asking, "What about you? The young girl is willing to risk her life for me. Charlotte, what am I to you?"
Charlotte lay on the big bed, and at that moment, only one thought remained in her mind.
She wanted to hurt him!
She smiled lightly, her red lips slightly parted. "Haven't you always wanted to know the difference between you and 'him' in my heart? I'll tell you, you don't measure up to Frederick at all! You don't even deserve that apartment, or any of the memories I shared with him! The truth is, I hate that you're occupying his body!"
Frederick froze up completely.
She had really ticked him off!
Charlotte was lying on his bed, yet she was saying such infuriating things to him.
He leaned in, lightly brushing her body from top to bottom, finally resting on her abdomen that had nurtured two little lives, and sneered. "You didn't seem to mind all those nights we spent together. You were still writhing under me, just as lost in passion. Charlotte, who are you trying to fool?"
Charlotte's chest heaved violently.
She sat up, lightly patting his handsome face, and mockingly said, "Yeah! It was good! But I don't want it anymore!"
"Really?" He pressed his lips against hers, his expression dark. "Your body doesn't seem to agree!"
He was fuming, angry that she had said such things.
Charlotte's phone rang.
It was Lola calling, and Lola said, "Mommy, when are you and Daddy coming back?"
Charlotte brushed her hair back and turned away.
Her tone was gentle, yet tinged with a bit of sadness. "I'll be back soon."
Lola continued, "I want Daddy to read me a fairy tale."
Charlotte softly responded. She spoke quietly, "I miss you."
Lola giggled sweetly. "I miss you too, Mommy!"
Frederick had been watching the whole time.
He felt like Charlotte was flipping a switch; she had one face for him and another for the kid.
He was still stewing over what she had said, losing interest in being intimate with her. He lay on the bed with his shoes on, quietly smoking.
Charlotte said softly, "Let's get ready and go back."
Frederick got what she meant. They should sort out their emotions here and return home, keeping it cool so the elders and kids wouldn't notice their beef.
He slowly exhaled a smoke ring and asked, "Charlotte, aren't you tired?"
"Of course! But I have no choice! Frederick, if I could, I'd choose freedom too."
She carried too many burdens.
Besides Frederick, there were too many things she couldn't let go of.
Charlotte got up, went to the dressing room, and changed into a wool dress. When she came out, Frederick mocked, "What? Afraid the parents will see you dressed like that?"
Charlotte lifted her long hair, her tone indifferent. "If you like it, I can dress like that every day."
Frederick was infuriated by her.
But Charlotte was already walking outside. "We'll leave in half an hour."
She slowly went downstairs, turned off the lights, and sat in front of the piano. She closed her eyes and played.
In the faint moonlight, Charlotte's face looked gentle and soft, but her expression was so sorrowful, a glimmer of light shone at the corner of her eye.
Was that a tear?
Frederick stood on the stairs, quietly watching her.
Tonight, he had doubted her, doubted whether she still had feelings for Ethan, but at this moment, he was certain that the one she deeply loved was that "Frederick."
He felt uncomfortable.
But he couldn't look away because Charlotte playing the piano was so mesmerizing.
The cold war between Charlotte and Frederick continued.
They were both super busy, and neither took the first step to make peace.
At the CEO's office of Vertex Innovations Group, Charlotte sat quietly working. Jenna brought in a bouquet of flowers, smiling. "Ms. Russell, you got flowers!"
Charlotte didn't even look up. "Toss them in the trash!"
Jenna cleared her throat. "We've already dealt with Mr. Cooper's flowers. These are from Mr. Hawkins."
Charlotte looked up. "Bring them over."
Jenna placed the bouquet on the desk.
Charlotte quietly looked at the bouquet of champagne roses, pulled out the card inside, and read the simple message.
[Charlotte, Happy Valentine's Day!]
Charlotte felt a bit melancholic, then she looked up and said to Jenna, "Tell everyone they get off two hours early today. Go enjoy the holiday!"
Jenna smiled. "Ms. Russell, you're the best! Everyone will be thrilled!"
Charlotte nodded, signaling her to leave.
Once alone, Charlotte picked up a nearby newspaper. The headline featured Frederick, who had just won a big case in Bostan.
At the celebration party, he held a glass of champagne, a faint smile on his lips, looking dashing and spirited.
Her phone buzzed; it was a message from him on Facebook.
[Charlotte, I really want to share this joy with you!]
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