Chapter 303 Tell Me, Do You Have Anyone Else
Andrew shoved open the bedroom door.
Chloe had already spruced up the place and even swapped out the sheets.
She was too mortified to let the maid handle the dirty sheets, so she scrubbed them herself in the bathroom.
Andrew strolled in and watched her for a bit.
She'd been scrubbing forever but still couldn't get them clean, and she ended up soaking herself in the process.
"Let me handle it," he murmured.
Chloe's cheeks turned crimson, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him because it would remind her of everything that went down last night.
Andrew gently moved her aside by the shoulders.
Chloe didn't resist; she just quietly washed her hands.
Even though Andrew was from a fancy background, he had rented an apartment during college and knew his way around household chores.
He got to work on the sheets like a pro.
But last night had been a wild ride, and it took him a while to get them spotless.
After he was done, Andrew didn't leave.
Last night was a total fluke.
After chatting with Patrick, he had planned to crash in his own room.
Gavin, who rarely got close to him, was snoozing in his bed, breathing softly.
This was his and Chloe's kid!
Andrew sat by the bed, watching quietly. The more he looked, the more he felt this kid was a real gem.
Downstairs, the click-clack of high heels echoed.
He shouldn't have gone out because, at this hour, the only person in the house could be Chloe.
But he hadn't seen her in ages and couldn't hold back.
She was a bit tipsy.
When she saw him, her eyes were all watery, and there was this mix of allure and innocence in her expression that made Andrew's heart race.
He reached out to steady her, his gaze intense. "Why'd you drink?"
She was drunk and didn't dodge him like she usually did.
She just stared right at him.
Andrew was a regular guy, and he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, so he felt a spark.
But he still had some self-control and took her to her bedroom.
She flopped onto the soft bed.
Andrew poured her a glass of water and set it on the bedside table. "Drink some water and get out of those clothes to sleep."
Chloe kept staring at him.
After a moment, she turned her face and buried it in the blanket without a word.
But he knew she was crying!
Andrew gently patted her shoulder, his voice a mix of tenderness and concern. "Didn't you go on a date? Did someone mess with you?"
She didn't answer; her thin shoulders shook even more.
Andrew gently turned her over with a bit of force.
Sure enough, she was crying.
She wasn't exactly young anymore, but she was still way younger than him and had this youthful vibe, so she still looked like that girl from back in the day.
Andrew knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself and leaned in.
Her lips were super soft.
For a long time, they were both aroused.
Clothes from both of them were scattered all over the floor.
Tears slowly rolled down Chloe's cheeks. She felt kinda sober but not fully awake. Her slender fingers gently traced his handsome features, her voice all raspy. "Andrew, no one else can mess with me!"
She cried like a little girl, her body craving his closeness after the drunkenness, but her heart still felt wronged.
Andrew's long, elegant fingers caressed her beautiful face. He softly coaxed, "Don't cry, Chloe."
She called him Andrew.
When she called him Andrew, he felt like the woman beneath him was a grown woman, the one who had borne his children.
Andrew gently made love to her.
She cried harder, not from pain but from sadness.
As the night wore on, he coaxed her while sinking deeper into his emotions.
Later, when she couldn't take it anymore and called out to him, he lost control. Two people who hadn't experienced intimacy for a long time ignited at the slightest touch, becoming uncontrollable!
At dawn, Chloe opened her eyes.
She saw that Andrew had slept beside her all night.
She was a bit dazed when he woke up, his hand resting on her waist. "You're awake."
Then, he got kicked out of her room.
He was even disheveled.
Andrew heard footsteps behind him.
Chloe's voice was quite soft. "Aren't you leaving?"
Andrew turned around.
He was wearing gray slacks and a simple white shirt. Men his age liked to dress this way, but few could maintain Andrew's physique and demeanor.
Andrew's tone was quite gentle. "Did you feel good last night?"
Her cheeks turned a bit red.
But she still pretended not to care. "It was okay."
Andrew repeatedly chewed on those three words, his blue eyes narrowing as he asked a question he should have asked in bed last night. "Have you been with anyone else this past year?"
He asked directly!
In fact, she hadn't, but she didn't want to tell him. Saying it would make it seem like she was still waiting for him, so she chose to remain silent.
Andrew stared at her intently.
She felt pressured and wanted to run.
Andrew scooped her up with one hand, trapping her in his arms. He finished his cigarette and tossed it away. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Was he better than me?"
Chloe was both embarrassed and angry.
Andrew was having a harder time than she was. His hand on her waist tightened.
One hand had already slipped inside her clothes.
"Andrew!"
Andrew slowly tormented her. Even though he was sweating, he insisted on tormenting her, making her spill the truth.
"Tell me; did it really happen?"
Chloe cried out, "No! There was no one else!"
After saying that, she felt miserable, tears streaming down her face.
Andrew gently kissed away her tears, turned around, and pressed her lightly, making her feel comfortable once more.
Afterward, she turned her face away. "Enough!"
Andrew didn't dare linger in the tenderness; he had too many things to do. But he couldn't bear to leave her, so he whispered something dirty in her ear, "I felt great last night!"
She pushed him away abruptly and fled in a panic.
Andrew's blue eyes narrowed slightly.
She was always going on dates, having dinner and watching movies with others. He wasn't happy about it, but he couldn't stop her.
He wasn't sure if she might fall for someone someday.
Giving her freedom was actually a big risk. If she really fell for someone, Andrew thought he would never be able to get over it in this lifetime.
He didn't blame her; he hated himself!
She said there was no one else, and he believed her.
Andrew lit another cigarette, feeling an indescribable satisfaction. This psychological satisfaction made him tremble even more than the physical pleasure from last night.
Having been intimate, their next meeting would inevitably be different.
The Hawkins family noticed but kept it to themselves.
In the afternoon, Frederick finished discussing matters with Andrew.
He found Charlotte on the second floor, in the room she used to stay in. Although her things had been moved out, the furniture was still there.
Charlotte had fallen asleep on the sofa, with traces of dried tears at the corners of her eyes.
The diary had slipped from her hand.
Frederick picked it up.
He also picked up a blanket nearby and covered her with it. His long fingers gently wiped away her tears. He couldn't help but whisper, "I'm right here; why do you miss someone who doesn't exist?"
He missed her warmth, so he lay down beside her, gently holding her in his arms.
Charlotte didn't wake up.
She hadn't slept well for a long time.
When she opened her eyes, it was already evening.
She sat up and saw the blanket on her, while Frederick stood by the door, watching her quietly.
Was it him who covered her with the blanket?
Charlotte ran her fingers through her long hair and said hoarsely, "Thank you!" She didn't want to be alone with him, so she got up to go downstairs.
"Andrew has already returned to Copenhagen," Frederick said in a flat tone.
Kingsley was being well taken care of, and Lola was happily playing with Gavin.
And she was in his house. At that moment, Frederick had the illusion that they hadn't divorced. She was still his wife.
Charlotte didn't want to give him the wrong impression. She treated him coldly, only responding to matters concerning the two kids and ignoring any other emotional stuff!
Patrick invited her to stay for dinner.
Charlotte couldn't refuse, but she left right after dinner.
Patrick glared at Frederick. "Frederick, you should see them off!"
Frederick immediately stood up and grabbed the car keys.
When Charlotte was holding Kingsley, he took Kingsley from her and said softly, "You hold Lola's hand. Kingsley is quite heavy."
Charlotte didn't refuse.
Frederick took Kingsley from her arms.
After getting in the car, Frederick handed Kingsley back to her.
He glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "Buckle up!"
Charlotte was holding the child and couldn't manage it, so he leaned over to help. The atmosphere was quite pleasant. Lola, with her little head held high, said happily, "Next week, our kindergarten has an open day, and all the parents have to attend!"
She was small, but she knew about the divorce.
However, she felt that her dad still seemed to like her mom, and mom spoke softly to dad.
Their divorce hadn't affected Lola much.
After Lola spoke, Frederick smiled slightly. "Mommy and I will go together!"
After saying that, he wasn't very confident and glanced at Charlotte.
Charlotte lowered her eyes and didn't object.
Later, they attended the kindergarten event together and even won first place.
Lola held Daddy's hand with her left hand and Mommy's hand with her right, extremely happy!
When they returned, Lola wasn't there; Patrick had taken her.
Frederick stood by the car and couldn't help but say, "Shall we eat out?"
He wanted to suggest getting back together.
Charlotte spoke calmly, "There's a private party at the Hughes villa tonight, and I've already agreed to go. Besides, Frederick, don't waste your time on me. You should have your own personal life."
Frederick's gaze was deep. "My personal life is you!"
Charlotte didn't want to argue with him. She got into the black car, and Jared quickly drove away.
Frederick took a box out of his pocket.
Inside was a diamond ring.
It was custom-made, bigger and more dazzling than the one on Charlotte's finger. He wouldn't give up just because she refused. He planned to pick her up after the party.
By then, it would be late, and a woman's heart would soften at night.
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