Chapter 343 Who's Better Looking? (Part 1)
This school anniversary shindig had a bunch of talented folks.
But the real MVP? That'd be Frederick. Tina was itching to ask for his help.
Too bad, Frederick had already bounced with Charlotte.
In the car, Frederick buckled up real slow and glanced over at Charlotte.
Charlotte was slouched in her seat, eyes a bit teary, staring out the window.
Those videos really hit her hard.
First loves are tough to shake off.
Frederick's fingers drummed on the steering wheel. "Feeling nostalgic?"
"Nope!"
"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?"
Charlotte was at a loss for words.
Frederick's grip tightened a bit, then he gently hit the gas and drove off.
After a bit, Charlotte realized something was off. This wasn't the way home or to his office. She blurted out, "Where are you taking me?"
Frederick's voice got a bit tense. "To the old apartment."
Charlotte had a hunch about what he was up to and felt uneasy. "Frederick, it's been ages since Ethan and I were a thing. You can't be mad over some old video."
He stayed silent.
At the red light, he grabbed a cigarette from the console and lit up.
"Charlotte, I'm pissed!"
Charlotte was taken aback.
Frederick clammed up and focused on driving, eventually pulling up in front of the apartment building.
Charlotte refused to budge.
Frederick unbuckled his seatbelt and whispered in her ear, "You getting out on your own, or do I have to carry you?"
Charlotte, fuming, got out and stormed ahead of him.
Frederick slammed the car door and strolled after her, cigarette still in hand.
Inside the apartment, Charlotte turned to him, "Frederick, what the hell..."
Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
Their bodies were pressed tight.
Even though they were married, this was a bit much for broad daylight.
Charlotte was shocked and looked up at him. "Frederick?"
Frederick gently stroked her face, his voice rough. "I just have some questions."
With that, he pulled off his tie and bound her wrists.
Then, he tossed her onto the soft sofa.
Charlotte struggled to get up, kneeling on the sofa, cursing, "Frederick, is this how you ask questions?"
Frederick half-knelt in front of her, lightly brushing her cheek.
He chuckled softly.
Then, he stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet, his fingers gliding over the bottles before picking two good ones. This kind of wine got you tipsy but didn't leave you feeling gross.
Perfect for the occasion.
He ditched his jacket, leaving just a white shirt.
His belt cinched his slim waist, and his long, straight legs were a sight to behold.
Frederick came over with the wine bottle, half-kneeling in front of her, elegantly pouring two glasses. Charlotte thought he was gonna force her to drink and bit her lip. "Frederick, whatever you wanna know, I'll tell you!"
He gently swirled the wine glass. "I want the truth."
With that, he downed half the glass.
Watching his Adam's apple move was oddly mesmerizing.
Charlotte's lips parted slightly, her voice husky and sexy. "Frederick."
He took the chance to kiss her, feeding her the rich red wine. Charlotte resisted, tilting her head back, but Frederick kept pressing closer.
The red wine stained her skin.
Her silk shirt was soaked, clinging to her curves, making her look irresistible. Frederick whispered against her lips, "Drink a little more, and then I'll ask you."
Charlotte couldn't hold back anymore and started crying softly. "Frederick, don't do this."
He pressed the wine glass to her lips, making her drink.
She resisted, but he coaxed her into it.
Charlotte cried and yelled.
Half an hour later, she looked like she'd been dunked in red wine, her skin flushed, lips swollen from too much kissing.
She was half-drunk, slumped on the sofa, her restraints long gone.
Frederick leaned in, kissing her gently and thoroughly.
Charlotte's expression was dazed.
He bit her lightly behind her ear, annoyed. "Am I better looking, or is Ethan?"
Charlotte was drunk.
She wanted to sleep, but Frederick wouldn't let her.
She clung to his neck, saying, "You're better looking."
Frederick's kisses moved to her chin, still interrogating. "How far did you two go?"
He paused, realizing this was what he always wanted to ask.
Charlotte kissed him back, annoyed, but answered irrelevantly, "Frederick, why'd you stop kissing?"
He grabbed her chin, not letting her move.
Charlotte's eyes were moist, full of passionate surrender. She hadn't shown this kind of desire for him in a long time; she was always too calm during their intimate moments.
Frederick's forehead was sweating, drops falling.
It made Charlotte want to cry out.
He held her waist and asked again. Charlotte blinked lightly and said, "We kissed, nothing more!"
Frederick suddenly hugged her tightly.
His face buried in her neck; he was silent for a long time before he asked in a low voice, "Do you still like him now?"
Charlotte seemed to sober up.
Her hand gently touched his neck, her voice hoarse. "I don't like him anymore."
Frederick began to kiss her gently.
He carried her to the bedroom.
The red wine stains on the sheets added to the sensual ambiance; on them, Charlotte surrendered herself to passion. Frederick hadn't felt such satisfaction in a long time; he didn't even want to stop, wanting to continue forever.
As the passion subsided, it was already evening.
Charlotte woke up, the bedroom filled with a faint glow.
She lay on the pillow.
Even though she was drunk, she could remember how Frederick teased her and how she tried to respond.
Two bottles of red wine had made her no longer cold.
Charlotte felt complicated.
She couldn't tell if today's intimacy was purely out of a physical need.
The bedroom door opened, letting in some light.
Frederick walked in, sat on the bed, gently pinched her cheek, and said softly, "Do you want to get up? Lola has called several times asking for you."
Charlotte glanced at him and pulled the blanket up as she got up.
Her head was still a bit dizzy.
Frederick, having thoroughly enjoyed himself, was in a good mood. He pressed his forehead against hers and said softly, "Get up first; you can sleep again when we get home, okay?"
Charlotte bent down and picked up the silk shirt.
How could she wear this?
Frederick chuckled lowly, walked into the closet, and picked out an outfit for her, then personally helped her put it on.
Charlotte wasn't without anger.
But after all, they were husband and wife. If they quarreled over bedroom matters, it would only make others laugh. Besides, she had enjoyed it too.
She combed her blonde hair and warned softly, "Don't ever make me drink again."
Frederick rested his chin on her shoulder and hummed softly.
'Today is an unexpected surprise. Usually, I couldn't bear to make you drunk.' he thought.
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