Chapter 333 Do You Still Love Me (Part 1)
Chloe broke down and threw herself into Frederick's arms, tears streaming down her face.
Charlotte, catching on to the situation, gently stroked Chloe's hair and gave Frederick a knowing look.
She sauntered over to Patrick, flashed a small smile, and thanked the cops.
Patrick got the hint and saw the officers out.
The house finally settled into a quiet, with only Chloe's muffled sobs breaking the silence. Gavin looked lost, so Charlotte went over, hugged him, and whispered, "Your mom's not feeling great. Wanna hang out with me?"
Gavin nodded.
Frederick scooped Gavin up and said softly to Charlotte, "I'll take Gavin to the office. You stay with Chloe."
Charlotte nodded. She packed some toys and snacks for Gavin, gave him a kiss, and shut the car door.
Patrick was on the couch, smoking. He patted the seat next to him, signaling Charlotte to sit, and said, "Your mom's with her now, Charlotte. Come chat with me."
Charlotte sat down.
Patrick, who adored her, spoke candidly, "I actually support Chloe and Andrew, but it seems Andrew's got some issues."
Charlotte listened quietly.
After a long pause, he murmured, "If Andrew can't make her happy, no one else can."
With that, he walked away.
Charlotte sat there, mulling over Patrick's words for a long time before she got it. She smiled faintly.
Patrick was a pretty cool and open-minded dad.
She went upstairs to check on Chloe.
She spent the whole morning talking with Chloe until she finally fell asleep.
Charlotte gently covered her with a blanket.
When she went downstairs, her heart felt heavy. Over the past year, she couldn't shake the memory of Chloe standing in line with Gavin to buy cider, waiting forever and only getting one cup.
She called Andrew.
Andrew's voice was tired but gentle. "How is she?"
"She's okay, just a bit down." Charlotte hesitated for a long time but finally asked, "Andrew, is what the newspaper said true? Are you really getting engaged to Celeste?"
Andrew was silent for a moment, then softly said, "Take care of her for another six months for me."
Charlotte knew it was confidential, so she didn't press further. They chatted a bit about Gavin. Gavin was supposed to start kindergarten, but Andrew was firmly against it, so he stayed home for another year.
At four in the afternoon, Charlotte picked up Lola and brought her home.
Frederick came home early and brought Gavin back too. The two kids were messing around on the piano, and he didn't mind.
After a bit, he called Dana over, "Where's Charlotte?"
Dana smiled slightly. "Charlotte's making dinner for Lola and Gavin!"
Frederick felt a warmth in his heart.
He didn't head to the kitchen right away but first checked on Kingsley, then took a shower and changed into casual clothes.
When he walked into the kitchen, the two maids tactfully left.
Frederick walked up behind Charlotte, gently hugged her, and kissed her behind the ear. "Got something for me?"
Charlotte was setting the table and said it tickled, telling him not to mess around. "Dana made yours."
Frederick's gaze deepened as he watched his wife.
Charlotte was the perfect wife. She got along great with his parents and Chloe, took amazing care of the kids, and still managed to keep her figure and skin looking fantastic. When they were intimate, he never felt bored.
But he still wasn't satisfied.
Maybe it was 'cause he hadn't gotten his memory back, and Charlotte couldn't find that old spark?
It made him anxious.
After dinner, like clockwork, he took care of Kingsley while Charlotte put Lola and Gavin to bed. The two kids, with their Devereux genes, looked adorable snoozing side by side.
Frederick had some work to catch up on at home.
He was in the study until 11 PM, feeling pretty wiped when he finally came out. When he got back to the bedroom, Charlotte was on the phone, probably chatting with a classmate, as he caught bits of names like Ethan and Lily.
When Frederick walked in, Charlotte hung up.
She looked at him. "You look beat. Go take a shower and hit the sack!"
As usual, she went to the walk-in closet to grab his clothes. Every piece was perfectly ironed by her, and even the laundry detergent was the scent he liked.
A sweet, caring wife should make a guy feel at ease.
But Frederick couldn't shake the unease. Charlotte was just playing the role of the perfect wife, taking care of him and the kids, and then being intimate with him.
Whether she loved him or not, she seemed not to care.
She never asked about the part of his memory he lost.
This feeling of being unimportant and unloved grew day by day. He even thought he might have a psychological issue and went to see a therapist alone.
The doc said he wasn't sick, maybe just that their intimate life wasn't very harmonious.
At night, when he pressed against Charlotte, he couldn't help but wonder if twice a week was not enough for a guy his age?
Charlotte's face was buried in the pillow.
He was distracted, and naturally, so was she.
"What are you thinking about?" Frederick leaned in to kiss her.
Charlotte gently wrapped her arms around his neck and softly hummed, "I'm thinking about what to make for Lola and Gavin for breakfast tomorrow."
Frederick looked at her quietly for a moment, then held her slender waist.
He got up to take a shower, and Charlotte lay on the bed, her forehead covered in fine sweat.
From the bathroom came a faint, hoarse sound.
She was quite surprised; 'Was Frederick masturbating? Was he not satisfied just now?'
At such times, as a wife, she shouldn't invade that privacy. She should give her husband some dignity. Besides, she was really tired after a busy day. She pulled on her pajamas and fell asleep under the covers.
Half an hour later, Frederick came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed.
He looked at the woman sleeping on the bed, feeling indescribably complicated. He desired her, but no matter how passionate the embrace, it seemed he couldn't get a response.
They hadn't been doing well over the past six months.
Something was missing!
He didn't want Charlotte to smell the smoke, so he went to the study, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.
Then he convinced himself that this life was good, and he should be content.
But his worries grew.
Late at night, the door opened.
Lola, wearing a white little dress and holding a pillow, slipped in. She climbed onto Frederick's lap and comfortably nestled there.
Frederick put aside his worries and kissed Lola. "Why'd you come over?"
"Gavin's snoring is too loud."
Frederick pinched her cheek.
Lola rested her little head on Frederick's arm, pulled the small blanket over herself, and gently closed her eyes.
Frederick kissed Lola, then lay down on the sofa with her, letting her sleep in his arms. Lola didn't stand on ceremony, pressing her little feet against his stomach.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
