Chapter 294 As Long as I Don't Sign, You're Still Mrs. Hawkins!
Charlotte looked unusually chill. "Sign it!"
Frederick just gawked at her.
After what felt like forever, he shut the door softly, strolled over, grabbed the document, and muttered, "Charlotte, yesterday was a accident. I swear she won't show up in front of Lola again!"
Charlotte gave a tiny, icy smirk.
She was done with his empty promises! All she cared about now was keeping her kids safe.
Still calm, she said, "Sign it. Once Lola's feeling better, I'm taking the kids and we're outta here."
Charlotte was still hurting.
When she first moved in, she had a glimmer of hope.
She thought maybe, just maybe, living together would make Frederick feel the warmth of family. But maybe it was doomed from the start. When he ditched them to save Brenda, she should've given up right then.
Frederick watched her, noticing the tears welling up in her eyes.
He tossed the document back on the table.
He went to the closet to change but couldn't find anything that felt right.
Finally, he stood there and called out to Charlotte, "You think I don't care about you at all? But Charlotte, if I didn't care, why would I have moved back in with you?"
He still wouldn't agree to the divorce or sign the papers! "Charlotte, don't you love me?"
Charlotte quietly replied, "I can't love anymore. Frederick, I just want a peaceful life."
Frederick had already put on a shirt. He suddenly yanked it off, threw it aside, and tried on another one.
After doing this a few times, he finally came out.
He looked at her and said softly, "I'm not agreeing to the divorce."
Charlotte lowered her eyes and gave a faint smile. "I'll find a way! Frederick, if you don't sign this, don't blame me for going after your loved one!"
Frederick sneered. "She isn't my beloved; you are!"
Charlotte scoffed and walked out.
Before leaving, Frederick went to check on Kingsley. The maid was feeding Kingsley milk, and he couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't Charlotte feeding him this morning?"
The maid looked uneasy and said softly, "Last night, Charlotte suddenly had no milk, not a drop. I don't know what happened."
Frederick was visibly stunned.
Hadn't Charlotte just given birth to Kingsley less than three months ago?
How could she have no milk?
He hugged Kingsley without saying much, thinking that he should have a good talk with Charlotte tonight. About their marriage and the two kids.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, the trial ended, and Frederick walked out of the courthouse.
In front of his car stood a girl in extreme distress, covered in blood and bruises, clearly beaten.
Brenda trembled as she spoke, "Mr. Hawkins, please ask Mrs. Hawkins to give me a way out. Yesterday, I just wanted to spend time with Lola. I really didn't mean it; I didn't know she was sick."
Frederick opened the car door and threw his briefcase inside.
Looking at Brenda again, he lit a cigarette. "Why did you go to see my daughter?"
Brenda shrank back.
After a while, she spoke softly, "Mr. Hawkins, you took me back that night. You treated me differently, didn't you? I know you like my face."
Frederick looked at her, his tone cold. "Maybe this face reminded me of something, but it was definitely not something pleasant! Besides, what makes you think you can disturb Lola?"
So he showed no sympathy for her being beaten.
He wasn't a reckless man, but he was adept at handling the subtleties between mature men and women.
That night in the car, He thought he had let her down gently, and any sensible girl should know they were never going to be a thing.
Brenda's face turned even paler, her injured body trembling.
Now, she was at her wit's end.
The school had expelled her, and the landlord was selling the house. Soon, she would be sleeping on the streets. She told him about her predicament, hoping he would feel sorry for her.
Frederick's tone was very calm. "If you're willing to leave Syeattel, go to Cherie and get a $200,000 check."
This wasn't the outcome she wanted.
She wanted to be Frederick's wife.
She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mr. Hawkins, it's not about the money. I genuinely like you. Do you really feel nothing for me? I would have been your sister-in-law if Katherine were alive."
She had no dignity left and was just thinking of using their complicated history to provoke Frederick's possessiveness.
Cherie, standing nearby, chimed in, "Miss Mitchell had married another man before she passed away."
Brenda's face twisted in anger.
But Frederick had no interest in her at all.
Compared to Charlotte's fullness, Brenda had no attraction.
Frederick didn't dwell on it. He said, "I'll give you three days to think about it."
Getting into the car, he thought about Charlotte.
He didn't feel sorry for Brenda; he just felt that Charlotte was being too ruthless, just like he used to be.
He knew that Charlotte's actions against Brenda were partly out of revenge and partly to provoke him, forcing him to sign the divorce papers. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Was she so eager to leave me? Was there someone waiting for her? Ethan or Keith?'
Knowing that Charlotte was at home with Lola, he returned to Hawkins Mansion in the afternoon.
Lola was napping.
Frederick gently touched her warm little face and asked Dana, "Where's Charlotte?"
Dana answered cautiously, "Charlotte is in the gym."
At this time, she still had the mood to work out?
Frederick took off his suit jacket and walked up the stairs.
Sure enough, Charlotte was there.
The soothing music, a graceful woman's body, and the divorce agreement he looked at every day all stimulated Frederick.
He walked over and turned up the music.
Charlotte noticed and stopped, looking at him. "Why are you back at this time? Are you here to sign the papers?"
Frederick walked closer to her.
One step away, he reached out and hooked her slender waist, pulling her into his arms.
Lowering his head, he kissed her hard.
Frederick caressed her lovingly, kissing her while saying, "You beat her up like that just to make me divorce, didn't you? Charlotte, what makes you think I fancy her? You know I'd rather sleep with you every day. It's been months since I touched you; you must have forgotten what it feels like to make love. Let me remind you."
Frederick was very forceful, throwing Charlotte onto the soft sofa.
Her head buried in the fabric, she felt his aggressive advances, and even her sounds of resistance were muffled.
Frederick bit her ear and whispered, "It feels good."
They were in Hawkins Mansion.
Charlotte couldn't scream loudly and make a scene, especially since the elders of the Hawkins family were also napping. She turned her face away in discomfort.
Frederick panted and said, "You're still my wife. As long as I don't sign the papers, you're Mrs. Hawkins."
It had been too long since he had been with her, and he missed this feeling so much that he kept Charlotte under him for over three hours.
When it was all over, he still held her, unwilling to let go, until the sweat cooled down.
After a long time, he whispered, "Good girl."
Frederick lowered his head, seeking her lips, and kissed her.
Charlotte, having been intimate with him for hours for no reason, regained some strength and kicked him, her voice tinged with tears. "Is it enough? If it is, get out."
Charlotte pushed him away. She sat up, not caring about her appearance, and gently combed her blonde hair with her fingers, her voice trembling but trying to sound nonchalant. "Frederick, do you think that having sex once will change my mind and make me obedient? You overestimate yourself."
They had done it.
But the divorce still had to happen.
After saying that, she walked straight to the shower to clean herself.
When she came out, Frederick had already put on his shirt and pants, though they were a bit wrinkled. He stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Why are you changing clothes? Are you going out?"
Charlotte rummaged through the sofa for her phone and walked towards the door.
He grabbed her waist and asked where she was going.
Charlotte shook off his hand. "To buy birth control pills. Frederick, do you think I would have another child with you?"
His intemperate actions today could very well make her pregnant.
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