Chapter 308 I Care About You
Early in the morning, Charlotte woke up, feeling groggy.
She kinda remembered having a dream.
In it, Frederick got his memory back and said all sweet-like, "Charlotte, I'm back!"
She sat up, touched her face, and found tears there.
At the door, Frederick was holding breakfast, looking at her with a raspy voice, "Why are you crying?"
He walked over, put the breakfast on the bedside table, and checked her forehead. "Not hot anymore!"
Charlotte stared at him.
Frederick said softly, "Don't look at me like that. I might not be able to resist."
Charlotte's lips trembled, but she didn't have the guts to ask.
She calmed down a bit. "Why are you here?"
Frederick put a pillow behind her and brought over some porridge to feed her. Charlotte refused, took the bowl, and ate a couple of bites before realizing she hadn't brushed her teeth.
She looked kinda cute.
Frederick couldn't help but pinch her cheek lightly. "It's a special situation. I'll cut you some slack."
Charlotte shook her head. "I have no appetite."
She still wanted to ask why he was here.
Frederick leaned in close, his handsome face near hers, so close their breaths mingled. He gazed at her, his tone weirdly gentle. "Is divorce a good choice? You're this sick and still have to handle it alone!"
Charlotte wanted to move away, but he reached behind her and gently held her waist with one hand.
He was good-looking and so tenderly teasing. Honestly, Charlotte couldn't resist, but she said, "I can have someone else take care of me."
Frederick pressed on, "Keith? Or Edward? Charlotte, are they as good as me in your heart? If they are, why did you reject them?"
Charlotte felt breathless, pressed by him.
The familiar nausea hit again.
Frederick noticed her face didn't look right, so he loosened his grip, poured her some water, and gave her medicine.
Charlotte broke out in a sweat.
She remembered she had an appointment to check some land today.
Frederick pressed her down and said softly, "Take it easy and rest. I'll go for you."
Charlotte was a bit stunned.
Then there was a knock on the door, and it was Keith's voice.
Frederick looked at Charlotte, and Charlotte looked at him.
After a while, he got up and walked to the door. Charlotte called out, "Don't open the door."
Frederick snorted lightly. "Am I not presentable?" He said, then opened the door.
Keith stood outside, holding breakfast.
When he saw Frederick, the atmosphere got a bit tense, but Keith quickly smiled faintly. "Is Ms. Russell feeling better?"
"The fever's gone, but she's still not in great spirits."
Frederick stepped aside to let him in.
Keith nodded and put down the breakfast.
He also saw the breakfast on the bedside table, his eyes dimming a bit.
Later, he and Frederick discussed the land issues.
Charlotte listened lightly.
She fell asleep, and her last thought was that it felt like she had someone to rely on again. Just like when she recklessly ran into Katherine, she wasn't unafraid, but Frederick held her and said, "Charlotte, don't be afraid."
From beginning to end, only Frederick could give her this sense of security.
It made Charlotte want to sink into it.
Charlotte slept in the hotel all day.
When night fell, she took a shower and felt much better.
The door opened, and Frederick came in with two takeout boxes. Seeing her standing with her back to him, he asked gently, "Feeling better?"
Charlotte turned around and looked at him quietly.
Since he lost his memory, she had been with him for more than half a year.
She thought she understood him, but now she couldn't quite figure him out. What was Frederick thinking now? Was he being attentive just to get back together with her?
Was last night a dream?
Frederick saw her struggle and smiled lightly. "You're the mother of my two kids, and I have no plans to remarry for now. Is it strange to be good to you?"
Charlotte silently walked to the small dining table and sat down.
She was a bit hungry.
Watching her eat, Frederick couldn't help but say, "When you're hungry, you're so obedient. Will you ignore me again once you're full?"
Charlotte admired how he could make it sound so flirtatious even if it was just a meal.
Frederick smiled and started talking about his thoughts after checking the land today. He had a keen eye and was very convincing when he spoke. Even though Charlotte had achieved some success, she still marveled at his ability.
Finally, he thought for a bit and said, "If the asking price for this land's over $400 million, it's not worth it."
That number was pretty much Charlotte's limit.
Frederick looked at her in her bathrobe, eyes downcast and gentle, and couldn't help but touch her golden hair. "You're being so good now."
Charlotte looked up at him, but Frederick stayed cool and collected.
After dinner, Frederick didn't bug her and even booked another suite across from hers. Charlotte knew Keith would be working late in his room.
Late at night, Charlotte threw herself onto the soft bed.
She felt like she was losing it.
The next day, she couldn't help but knock on Frederick's door; she had to ask him something.
Frederick stood at the door, looking all serious, and he wasn't wearing much.
His upper body was bare, and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
Water droplets from his hair trailed down his chiseled face, rolling down to the towel around his lower abdomen.
Charlotte's throat went dry.
Frederick wiped his hair with a towel and casually asked, "Weren't you gonna eat? Why aren't you getting ready?"
He stepped aside to let her in.
Charlotte leaned against the door.
Frederick asked calmly, "What's up?"
Charlotte hesitated for a long time before softly asking, "Did you get your memory back?"
Frederick took a deep drag from his cigarette and nodded. "I remembered some things."
Charlotte's heart raced.
He said he remembered some things.
She wanted to ask what he remembered, but the words wouldn't come out. She felt he was both chasing her and treating her like an ex-wife.
He was really good at messing with people's heads.
She didn't speak, and neither did Frederick. He just watched her as he finished his cigarette.
Finally, he walked up to her and whispered, "Let's take it slow."
Her lips trembled.
Frederick gently touched her lips. "I want you so much, but I know you find it repulsive! I'll treat you well; let's take it slow this time, okay?"
Charlotte tilted her head back, her eyes moist.
Frederick gently embraced her.
He pressed his face to her hair, repeatedly and tenderly saying, "I'm sorry, Charlotte! I shouldn't have forgotten you."
She stiffened in his arms, but she couldn't bring herself to push him away.
They didn't get intimate; they just hugged for a moment. After a while, Charlotte said, "I'll go change."
Frederick opened the door for her.
As she walked out, he grabbed her slender wrist. "Charlotte!"
Her eyes were moist.
Frederick's hand slid down and gently touched the diamond ring on her ring finger, the one he had put on her in Copenhegan.
Frederick said softly, "Charlotte, don't push me away anymore."
Charlotte fled in a hurry.
Frederick stood there quietly. He did want to keep her. Besides saving the marriage and his physical desire and inexplicable possessiveness, there was something else.
When he touched that diamond ring, Charlotte's ears turned very red.
That unintentional shyness made his heart flutter and also made him jealous.
Half an hour later, they left the hotel.
The other company's boss, Wesley Flores, was very hospitable. He didn't know the relationship between Frederick and Charlotte, so he thoughtfully arranged two young and beautiful girls for Keith and Frederick.
Keith couldn't say much and let the girl sit beside him.
Frederick put his arm around Charlotte's shoulder and said quite nobly, "Mr. Flores, it's not that I don't want to relax, but my wife is very strict."
Wesley was stunned. Then he apologized to Charlotte.
Charlotte couldn't say much, just gave a faint smile.
That night, Frederick drank a lot, but fortunately, the contract was signed at the dinner table. She always thought Frederick was strictly a negotiation table kind of guy, but he showed a different side at such social event.
Keith also drank a lot. He wasn't good with alcohol and had to be helped back to the hotel midway.
By the time dinner was over, Frederick was almost done too.
The driver helped him into the car, and Charlotte sat next to him, feeling a bit distressed.
Frederick was drunk. But not too drunk. He reached out and patted her. "Doing business here is like this, especially in real estate development. If you don't drink enough and make them happy, you can't get the contract signed!"
Charlotte turned her head to look at him.
Even in the dim car, she could see his flushed face, which exuded a certain sexiness.
Charlotte whispered, "Why are you helping me?"
The car was silent for a long time.
Frederick covered his face with his arm, closed his eyes, and said softly, "You're my wife; I care about you. You just recovered from an illness. Can I just watch you drink yourself to death for the sake of business? I would feel heartbroken."
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