Chapter 309 Don't Cry
He spoke all soft and sweet.
Charlotte's cheeks turned a bit pink. "Quit talking nonsense. I'm not your wife!"
Inside the car, there was a faint whiff of booze.
Frederick leaned back, gently grabbed her hand, and traced the ring on her finger. He murmured, "You're still rocking the ring. If you're not my wife, then whose?"
Charlotte couldn't argue with that.
Frederick turned his head, his eyes super gentle.
When she was being good, she was really soft.
His voice was all raspy. "Can I at least be considered half a Frederick to you now?"
Man, he was so shameless!
Charlotte's face got even hotter, but he leaned in closer. "Charlotte, I don't believe you're not feeling something."
Yeah, Charlotte was feeling something.
But something still felt off.
He suddenly regained some memories, and she wasn't used to it.
Frederick held her golden hair, moved his neck a bit, and kissed her. He was hot, his lips and teeth tasted like rich red wine, mixed with his unique manly scent.
The faint sound of kissing and heavy breaths made the driver feel awkward.
Frederick kissed her for a while before letting go, resting his forehead against hers. He looked at her tenderly, enjoying her compliance.
Charlotte trembled uncontrollably. She leaned against his chest, and soon his heart felt warm and wet, which was actually quite uncomfortable.
She cried. 'Frederick, have you really come back? Do you know how much I missed you!'
Frederick gently whispered, "Don't cry! Charlotte, don't cry! I'll slowly remember everything!"
She suddenly reached out and hit him a few times.
Even though she felt uneasy, she couldn't resist this moment with Frederick.
They arrived at the hotel.
As Charlotte swiped the key card, she was hugged from behind.
He caressed her slender waist, laughing softly against her back. "You still working out, huh? Your waist is as tight and slim as a young girl's."
Charlotte knew what he wanted.
But it was too fast. She was afraid that she would face a stranger's eyes after a night of intimacy.
Charlotte grabbed his hand. "Didn't you say we should take it slow?"
Frederick continued to hold her for a while, his fingers touching her ring. "This time, let's have a grand wedding."
Charlotte didn't respond.
They had broken up and gotten back together several times, and they already had two kids. Whether they had a wedding or not wasn't important. What mattered was if he had regained his memory.
Charlotte turned in his arms. "When we get back, I'll go with you to see a doctor."
Frederick's smile dimmed a bit.
But after a moment, he gently touched her waist again. "Alright!"
They were supposed to go to their separate rooms, but she couldn't help but hug his waist, leaning lightly against his chest.
This embrace was something Charlotte had missed for a long time!
Frederick looked down at the woman in his arms.
His gaze was kinda complicated.
At this moment, Charlotte was so soft, so head over heels for him. These were things he had missed. He clearly had her now, and if he wanted, he could enjoy her body tonight.
But what he wanted was no longer just her body. In the end, he went into her suite. They kissed in the dim room, the air thick with their passion.
He was seriously turned on.
They ended up tumbling onto the bed.
At the crucial moment, the drunk man found himself unable to perform.
The vibe got a bit awkward.
Charlotte turned to the side, her face slightly red.
Frederick was also a bit stunned. He hugged her from behind, gently coaxing, "I drank too much. Next time, I'll make you feel amazing, okay?"
Charlotte pulled the sheet over herself.
Frederick stared at the white ceiling, breathing lightly.
Even though it was because of the alcohol, it was still a blow to a man's ego!
Charlotte was 30, the age when a woman needed it the most!
If she was disappointed in him and refused to reconcile, wouldn't all his efforts these days be in vain?
He thought, 'Tomorrow morning, I'll be sober, and I'll make sure she experiences the joy of being a woman!'
Early in the morning, Frederick woke up.
He reached out to the side, his voice hoarse. "Charlotte."
But his hand found nothing.
The large bed was empty.
Charlotte had bailed!
She had left him alone in the hotel.
Frederick sat up, scratched his head, and reluctantly wondered if she was dissatisfied with last night and had left early. He immediately grabbed his phone and called her.
Her phone was off!
Frederick fell back onto the bed and called Cherie, asking her to arrange a private jet.
Cherie was a bit puzzled.
Frederick's tone wasn't good. Had he faced setbacks in pursuing Charlotte? That couldn't be right; she had seen Laura yesterday, and Laura seemed quite happy.
That afternoon, Frederick returned to Syeattel.
Charlotte avoided him for two days.
On the third day, he left work early and went straight to Vertex Innovations Group to find her.
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