Chapter 363 He Kissed Her Again
Charlotte was floored.
She hopped online, and right on the front page was a pic of Frederick smooching her.
It was her first kiss ever.
It hit her like a ton of bricks.
After spacing out for a bit, she tossed off the covers and bolted out of bed. He was still hanging around her place when she crashed last night.
The living room was dead quiet.
Maria had just come back from grocery shopping and was whipping up breakfast. Hearing footsteps, she called out, "Charlotte, breakfast is on the table. Hurry up and get to school."
Charlotte stood at the kitchen door.
She scratched her messy blonde hair and mumbled, "Maria, that guy last night wasn't my boyfriend."
Maria clearly wasn't buying it.
If he wasn't her boyfriend, why was he at the house? And why did he get along so well with William?
Charlotte had no good answer.
She quickly washed up, grabbed breakfast, and dashed downstairs. Behind her, Maria sighed, "He seems like a nice young man! Better than that Cooper kid."
Charlotte asked Lily to dig up info on Frederick's law firm.
By 9:30 AM, Charlotte was at Wise Counsel Law Firm.
Even though the firm was only a year old, it was already pretty big, taking up the 6th to 12th floors of a 22-story building.
The receptionist was all smiles and professional. "Miss, how can I help you?"
Charlotte bit her lip. "I need to see Frederick."
The receptionist smiled and dialed an extension. "Cherie, there's a young lady here to see Mr. Hawkins. Is he available?"
The receptionist glanced at Charlotte, covered the phone, and her attitude got way friendlier. "Are you Miss Russell? Mr. Hawkins is in. I'll take you to him."
Charlotte felt a bit suspicious.
The receptionist, well-trained, led the way.
The 12th floor had just one office and a small conference room.
Frederick was standing by the office blinds, quietly looking out. Behind him, Cherie smiled lightly. "Mr. Hawkins, Miss Russell is on her way up."
Frederick didn't turn around.
He just said softly, "Get a cup of coffee and some snacks ready."
Cherie didn't ask any questions.
After she left, Frederick gently lowered the blinds.
The room got a lot dimmer.
His expression was hard to read.
Seeing 20-year-old Charlotte again was amazing, and in his dreams, he carried all his memories. He knew the real Charlotte was lying in a hospital, unconscious, with their third child in her womb.
He wanted to bring Charlotte back.
He wanted to make Charlotte his before Ethan could.
The office door opened, and Cherie led Charlotte in, placing the coffee down gently. "Miss Russell, take your time."
Cherie left after speaking.
The heavy door closed softly.
Before coming, Charlotte had a million questions, but once she stepped into the office, she felt all her confidence drain away. Perhaps it was the dim lighting, or perhaps it was the noble man in the classic black and white suit, his blue eyes locked on her, that softened her.
Her legs felt like jelly.
Frederick sat down first.
Even though the young girl in front of him was his beloved wife, and they had shared many intimate moments, he couldn't get too close and scare her now. He had to take it slow, gradually making her his.
He opened the newspaper in front of him, focusing on it, and said rather nonchalantly, "You here because of our little scandal?"
Charlotte, thin-skinned, blushed. "Who's having a scandal with you?"
Frederick looked up and smiled lightly. "You've got quite a temper! Just like Lola."
Charlotte frowned.
Who the heck was Lola?
Frederick gestured for her to sit down, his tone becoming very gentle. "Your favorite coffee! But girls should drink less coffee and more milk."
Charlotte refused to sit.
Her demeanor made Frederick chuckle. His eyes involuntarily filled with affection, and he asked softly, "You came to question me, right? Why aren't you asking?"
Charlotte mustered up her courage and tried to look fierce. "Why did you steal a kiss from me?"
"Because I wanted to!"
She couldn't out-argue him, and their statuses were unequal. She knew that with his background, dealing with her would be easy, and not just her, even her family might be dragged into it.
Charlotte's eyes reddened slightly.
She turned her face away in a huff and protested softly, "I was nice enough to show you the way! And you repay kindness with ingratitude."
Frederick stood up.
Charlotte got a bit jittery; she had no clue what he was about to do.
Frederick moved behind her, getting super close, almost whispering in her ear, "How is kissing you repaying kindness with ingratitude? Am I not good-looking enough, or do I not measure up to others?"
Charlotte wanted to back away, but he wasn't having it.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her from bolting.
Thirty-five-year-old Frederick knew Charlotte like the back of his hand.
He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear, gentle yet tempting. "And I'm not trying to mess with you! My family wouldn't let me spread such rumors!"
Charlotte stammered, "What do you want?"
Frederick smirked.
"I'm not gonna clear up our relationship; I'm making it official!"
Charlotte's face turned beet red. "We don't even know each other!"
Frederick knew she liked him, even if just a little. Otherwise, what girl would let a guy get this close? But right now, it was all about his looks.
He let her go. "Do you know me now?"
He gave her a smile, and Charlotte felt her whole body heat up. She didn't know what was happening to her. After a bit, she finally remembered why she was there and whispered, "I have someone I like! What you're doing is wrong."
Frederick found her adorable. "You're really gorgeous."
Charlotte was freaking out and had no clue how to handle him, so she was about to cry.
Frederick's expression got a bit serious.
Suddenly, she pushed him away and ran out, biting her lip.
Frederick turned around, gently grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and then gently lifted her onto the wide desk.
And he stood right between her legs.
This was way too embarrassing.
Frederick felt no shame at all. His hand gently caressed her long legs, his voice a bit hoarse. "Didn't I tell you last night not to wear such short shorts again?"
She wanted to scream for help but couldn't bear the embarrassment, so she was about to cry again.
"Don't cry." Frederick held her head with one hand, gently forcing her to look up. He carefully examined her young, innocent face.
Charlotte's lips trembled, and her nose was red.
She shouldn't have come; he was clearly baiting her.
Frederick leaned in slightly, his lips lightly brushing hers, teasing her. This feeling scared her.
"Do you want to know what kissing feels like? Never kissed before, right?"
As Frederick spoke, he adjusted his angle and gently explored her lips. At this time, Charlotte had never been in a relationship and was very inexperienced.
She was so scared that she forgot to resist and just stared at him.
Frederick was way more into it than she was.
He kissed her deeply and shallowly, and later, feeling it wasn't enough, he held her body and pressed her against him, letting her feel his excitement.
Charlotte started to cry.
She didn't want to do anything more with him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck, but what she said was even more exasperating, "You can't do this anymore!"
Frederick stopped.
He tried to calm himself, thinking that Charlotte at this time couldn't imagine that in the next ten years, he would do this with her countless times.
He gently patted her back and said very softly, "I won't do it anymore!"
Charlotte felt wronged.
She suddenly realized she was holding him voluntarily and got angry out of embarrassment. "Then clear up our scandal."
Frederick chuckled lightly.
He stood up straight and gently adjusted his shirt.
He returned to his desk, sat down, and dialed an extension. "Cherie, take care of the online stuff! Charlotte is unhappy!"
Charlotte was stunned. What does he mean by "Charlotte is unhappy"?
That was too ambiguous!
Frederick hung up the phone, looking all elegant. "Is that okay now?"
Charlotte mustered up her courage. "You can't tell anyone what just happened."
Frederick lit a cigarette.
Then, his blue eyes locked onto her. After a moment, he sneered. "Are you afraid Ethan will be mad and won't want you?"
Charlotte bit her lip.
Frederick suddenly put out the cigarette and spoke softly, "Charlotte, a complete love must be mutual! If Ethan really cares about you, why hasn't he made a move? Are you sure this kind of feeling is love?"
Love needed reciprocation.
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