Chapter 354 Are You Feeling Unwell
She was caught off guard, but kinda happy about it.
Frederick was chillin' outside the car, just staring at her, watching her grin like she just won the lottery.
His voice was a bit raspy. "You dig it?"
Charlotte's face was practically buried in the roses, her voice all sweet and flirty. "Yeah, I dig it."
What girl wouldn't love getting flowers from a dude?
Frederick smirked a bit.
He shut the car door, strutted around to the other side, and hopped in. The black sports car cruised away.
At the hotel entrance, Gabriel just stood there, looking lost for a while.
In the car, Frederick put on some chill tunes.
Charlotte sipped on some champagne, feeling super relaxed. She leaned back in the seat, a little tipsy.
At the next light, it turned red.
Frederick stopped the car and turned to her, "Home or the apartment?"
Charlotte snapped out of it a bit.
She buried her face in the roses and whispered, "If it doesn't matter, let's hit a hotel."
Frederick stared at her.
Then he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. Charlotte looked up, about to say something, but he was already kissing her, deep and soft.
After what felt like forever, he pulled back.
Frederick's voice was super raspy. "Charlotte, you know what you're saying?"
Charlotte held the flowers in one hand and wrapped her other arm around his neck.
From behind, a car horn blared!
Frederick buckled his seatbelt, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Alright, hotel it is!"
It had been ages since Charlotte had made the first move, and Frederick was pumped. He drove to the nearest hotel and checked in ASAP.
As soon as they got in the room, Charlotte was pinned against the door, and he took her right there.
He'd been holding back for so long, he was rougher than usual.
Once was definitely not enough.
Frederick carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. The custom-made dress hit the carpet, and the white roses he gave her scattered over the purple dress.
The room was on fire with passion.
They didn't stop until late night.
Frederick held Charlotte and kissed her, feeling totally satisfied.
"What was up tonight?" he whispered in her ear.
Charlotte, all sweaty, lay on his shoulder and murmured, "Maybe it was the champagne."
Frederick lowered his head and kissed her again.
They both knew they hadn't used protection tonight.
After a while, Charlotte softly said, "Get up! We gotta go home!"
Frederick turned to kiss her, faking a pout. "Oh, this is the only downside of having children!"
Even though he said that, he still helped Charlotte get dressed.
Her dress was toast, so he threw his shirt on her.
And then his jacket.
He held Charlotte close as they checked out at the lobby, and Frederick slowly started the car.
Charlotte was about to catch some Z's, but she spotted a red sports car nearby, with a woman inside, staring at them like a statue.
It looked a lot like Tina.
Charlotte quickly sat up to get a better look, but the red sports car had already turned a corner and sped off in the opposite direction.
Frederick noticed her change in mood and asked softly, "What's up?"
Charlotte leaned back in the seat and quietly said, "I think I saw Tina! Frederick, why would she be here? Could she be tailing us?"
Frederick frowned.
He gently patted her hand. "I'll have someone check the cameras tomorrow!"
Charlotte couldn't shake off the unease and stayed jittery until they got home. Frederick made her some hot milk, and she felt a bit better after drinking it.
Charlotte leaned against the headboard, looking kinda fragile.
Frederick gently touched her head and softly said, "I'll call to check the cameras now. Don't stress, okay?"
He told her to get some sleep and went to the study.
Frederick used his connections and got the hotel's parking lot footage within half an hour. The woman in the red sports car wasn't Tina.
Frederick went back to the bedroom and saw that Charlotte was still awake. He went over and touched her head. "I checked. It wasn't Tina! Just someone with a similar vibe."
Charlotte pressed her cheek against his palm and smiled faintly.
She thought maybe she was just being paranoid.
Late at night, she finally fell asleep.
She dreamed of Ethan again.
The road stretched endlessly ahead, bathed in dim light. Ethan's car was crushed flat. From the car window, he was covered in blood and couldn't move, but he held a necklace in his hand.
Charlotte walked over gently.
He was still conscious, looking up at her quietly, reaching out his hand. "Charlotte!"
Charlotte squatted down.
Her fingers trembled as she touched his body, which was still warm.
"I'll call an ambulance for you!" She heard her own panicked voice.
Ethan didn't move, his face full of sorrow. He said to her, "It's too late, Charlotte! It's already too late!"
Charlotte held his hand.
She began to pull him out of the car, her voice even more frantic. "Ethan, hang on. I'll get you out."
But no matter how hard she pulled, she couldn't budge him an inch.
Charlotte started to cry.
Ethan's fingers twitched slightly.
A blood-stained necklace fell into Charlotte's palm.
He gazed at her and softly said, "Charlotte, this is for you. I have to go."
As he finished speaking, his body slowly became transparent.
Charlotte tried to grab him, but she couldn't hold onto anything.
Ethan was gone.
All he left her was that necklace, his final smile, and three silent words: I love you.
"Ethan! Ethan! Ethan!"
Charlotte woke up from her dream.
She was drenched in sweat, still calling out his name.
She was pulled into a warm embrace.
"Charlotte, you were dreaming!" Frederick gently patted her back, as tenderly as if he were soothing a baby.
Charlotte looked up from his embrace.
Tears were still at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were trembling. She remembered everything from the dream.
"Frederick! I dreamed of Ethan."
Frederick held her tightly, continuously comforting her, "It was just a dream! Charlotte, it's just a dream."
Charlotte's tears fell.
Frederick kept kissing her.
As a man, knowing his wife dreamed of her deceased first love, he couldn't be completely unaffected. But he knew Ethan's death had left a shadow in Charlotte's heart; otherwise, she wouldn't have mistaken someone for Tina and kept having nightmares.
Frederick stroked her back and softly said, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to visit the astrologer."
Charlotte lay on his shoulder, not saying a word.
Later, she nestled in his arms but couldn't fall back asleep.
Outside was the sound of falling rain.
Just like the day Ethan died. It was a drizzly day, with a gloomy sky.
Frederick's embrace was warm.
He hadn't fallen asleep either. He just stroked her hair and softly asked, "What was it like between you and him? Was it good?"
Charlotte rested on his arm. "You wouldn't want to know."
Frederick lowered his head, gently kissed her nose, and said, "I want to know."
Charlotte's voice was very soft as she spoke of past events, and Frederick listened patiently and tenderly.
He could feel that Ethan had truly cared for her back then.
He and Charlotte had missed their chance.
Frederick's feelings were extremely complicated. He looked down and saw that his wife had fallen asleep.
Perhaps this time, the Ethan in her dream was the Ethan from their college days, without the tragic car accident, just sycamore trees, bicycles, and the library.
All the beautiful feelings of a first love.
To say he wasn't angry would be a lie.
But he knew that Ethan's death would forever remain in Charlotte's memory.
If she had no feelings at all, she wouldn't have accepted Gabriel's flowers.
Frederick got up quietly. He didn't leave the bedroom, afraid Charlotte would wake up and freak out. He just stood by the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window, quietly watching the rainy night.
He thought about their relationship as husband and wife.
He stood there for half the night, until the sky began to lighten.
His body was a bit cold, and Charlotte instinctively moved away.
But Frederick insisted on holding her tightly.
She frowned. "You're freezing!"
"It'll warm up soon! Charlotte, how about I warm you up every day from now on?" He patted her back, coaxing her to sleep.
Charlotte wasn't fully awake and soon fell asleep again.
In the early morning, she woke up.
Frederick had already taken Lola to school and brought Kingsley with him.
Charlotte lay quietly for a while. She hadn't forgotten last night's dream, so she got up, went to the walk-in closet, and opened the safe.
The necklace lay there quietly.
Charlotte held it in her palm. She gently stroked it, as if she could still feel its warmth.
Just then, the servant's voice came from outside the door. "Frederick said he'd be back this afternoon to take you to see the astrologer."
Charlotte was slightly stunned.
She had thought Frederick was just saying it casually, but he had actually planned it.
Charlotte looked at the necklace for a while longer, then put it back in the safe.
At that moment, her phone rang.
She picked it up and saw it was Grace calling.
Grace's voice was excited, telling her that although the movie was only halfway through filming, it had already been shortlisted for a major award and was highly regarded in the industry.
This news made Charlotte happy.
She chatted with Grace for a bit.
At noon, Frederick returned with Kingsley. Kingsley loved his dad very much. Charlotte said, "Let's not take Kingsley this afternoon. The road is a little bumpy."
Frederick kissed his son.
"Let's take him along! The astrologer can take a look at him too."
Charlotte nodded.
At three in the afternoon, Frederick took his wife and child to see the astrologer.
The priest, with his wise eyes, looked at Frederick, hands clasped together. "You have changed."
Frederick spoke with the priest for a while and had him take a look at Kingsley.
Finally, the priest smiled. "You didn't come here for yourself or your child."
Frederick bowed slightly.
The priest looked at Charlotte, his eyes full of wisdom, and softly said, "Charlotte should have a necklace. Why didn't you bring it? I believe this necklace can help you avoid misfortune."
Charlotte was taken aback.
Then she thought of the necklace in the safe.
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