Chapter 302 Sometimes You Are Quite Obedient
Charlotte grabbed the clothes and tossed them to Andrew.
Andrew knew if the servants saw him like this, it’d be bad news for Chloe.
He headed back to the guest room first.
Charlotte strolled up to Chloe and sighed. "You're a big-time model now. You gotta drop that childish attitude, or how are you gonna scare people off?"
Chloe's eyes were teary. She dragged Charlotte into the bedroom.
Charlotte gently shut the door. She was stunned by the mess; last night must've been wild.
The vanity was a disaster, with bottles and jars all over the floor.
The bed sheets were a wreck too.
She didn't say a word and opened the window to air the place out.
Chloe, worried Charlotte would be mad, whispered, "Don't be mad."
Charlotte, half amused, half annoyed, said, "Just think of it as a free sex! Andrew's got a nice bod!"
Chloe's face went beet red. She couldn't believe Charlotte was so blunt!
Just as she was about to say something, someone was at the door, and it was unclear how much he had heard.
It was Frederick.
He looked like he just woke up, wearing some comfy casual clothes.
Charlotte was surprised; she thought he was staying in the apartment or the villa, but he was still living here.
Frederick followed her gaze and looked at himself.
He said slowly, "Living at home means I'm pure!"
There was a hint of teasing in his voice!
Charlotte walked out.
Chloe's bedroom was too messy; she didn't want Frederick to see it; he was a guy, after all.
But she had to pay the price. As soon as she stepped out, he pinned her against the wall, his breath warm on the back of her neck as he leaned in close. "Want it for free?"
Charlotte pushed against his chest, trying to keep her cool. "Stop harassing me!"
Frederick's eyes were intense.
He was a normal guy, and she had practically thrown herself at him first thing in the morning. It'd be weird if he didn't want her.
But he held back.
His long fingers gently brushed her lips, and he whispered, "Are you really going to the premiere? Who's your date?"
"I haven't decided yet!"
"I'm going too. How about going with me?"
Charlotte turned her face away. "That's not appropriate!"
No divorced couple walked the red carpet together.
He kept pushing, and finally, Charlotte teased him, "How about Keith?"
Frederick bit her neck in anger. "You wouldn't dare!"
Charlotte would dare!
Just as she was about to push him further, she saw Andrew out of the corner of her eye and cleared her throat. "Let's talk in the study!"
Frederick saw him too. He sneered, "You're really willing to go all out!"
Charlotte felt he had something on his mind.
Now that they were divorced, they had to be careful when discussing things, unlike before when they could say whatever. So she hesitated before asking, "Did Andrew say something to you?"
Frederick held a cigarette between his long fingers, looking relaxed.
He squinted at her, then flicked the ash. "Do you know Dennis Scott?"
Of course, Charlotte knew.
He was Katherine's ex-husband.
Why did Frederick bring him up?
In the dim light of the study, Frederick's handsome features stood out even more. He slowly exhaled smoke, oozing masculine charm.
After a while, he spoke, "Andrew came to Syeattel this time mainly because of this guy!"
Charlotte's heart raced. Did he remember?
Frederick watched Charlotte; he knew what she was thinking.
He had actually seen a doctor.
He couldn't get his memory back!
But he didn't want to tell her that, it would just bum her out!
Frederick flicked the ash and said softly, "Lately, there have been a bunch of incidents among the rich folks, all kinda like my situation! Andrew thinks it might be tied to Dennis!"
But for now, they had no solid proof.
Charlotte had been standing, and he gently pulled her to sit down.
They were pretty close!
Frederick spoke in a raspy voice, "Brenda is with Dennis! I think she's become his lover!"
He said it simply, but Charlotte felt like puking.
Brenda had a miscarriage less than a month ago and was already with Dennis, maybe even other guys!
Her face went pale.
Frederick's voice softened. "So Charlotte, it's cool if you go to the premiere, but don't invest in the entertainment biz; it's too messy!"
Charlotte wasn't stubborn.
She took his advice to heart, so she nodded.
Frederick's gaze deepened, and he smiled faintly. "You know, you can be pretty obedient sometimes!"
Charlotte felt it was too ambiguous.
She wanted to leave, but he pulled her back and whispered, "Don't go out! Don't you want Andrew and Chloe to spend more time together? He has to head back to Copenhagen this afternoon; these chances are rare!"
Charlotte sat down.
For a moment, she couldn't quite figure Frederick out; he seemed different.
He didn't do anything, just quietly smoked.
After a long time, Frederick suddenly spoke, "Charlotte, I'm kinda jealous of Andrew!"
At least, he didn't have memory loss and always knew exactly what he wanted.
But Frederick had lost the most important part of his memory. He could still be the carefree Frederick, and if he wanted, there would still be countless women willing to chase him.
But he couldn't go back to the past!
He had experienced marriage, and he had known the taste of being with Charlotte; how could he let go?
He wasn't doing well either.
Sometimes, he didn't even know who to hate or who to blame!
The atmosphere was a bit gloomy, and Charlotte felt bad too.
When he spoke to her in such a low tone, she always had the illusion that they had gone back to the past.
But it was tough!
They had already come this far.
Charlotte looked at Frederick, her eyes moist. "We're doing fine now!"
Frederick rarely felt pity for women.
But the current Charlotte made his heart soften. He wasn't an unromantic guy; he could see that Charlotte wanted him, wanted but was scared!
He didn't push her, just gently stroked her long hair. "I'll give you back your diary and recorder."
Charlotte was a bit surprised.
Frederick got up to get them, and in a moment, he brought the small box and placed it in her hands. Charlotte looked up slightly, her red lips slightly parted.
He really wanted to kiss her, with their tongues tangled.
At this moment, Charlotte would be very obedient. She always couldn't let go of him in her heart!
Frederick leaned in close to her, and her long lashes fluttered in panic.
For a long time, he didn't kiss her.
Charlotte felt kinda embarrassed.
He chuckled softly and gently brushed her soft red lips. "Don't think of using me as a stand-in!"
He was really annoying. Charlotte hugged the items and bolted!
Frederick didn't chase after her.
He sat quietly, thinking about last night's chat with Andrew.
After a while, he thought of Charlotte again!
He thought he really liked her; otherwise, why would he be willing to let Andrew have Chloe?
He could hear that they had passionate sex last night!
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