Chapter 372 He Couldn't Bear to Leave Her (Part 2)
The study was pitch black.
The computer's glow mixed with the darkness, making Frederick's face look all mysterious.
A few days back, he was a nervous wreck, but now that he had nailed down the problem, he felt way different.
He couldn't stand the thought of leaving 20-year-old Charlotte. It wasn't about him being into younger chicks; there were real feelings there. Even if it was just a dream, the idea of ditching her in it was unbearable.
Frederick puffed on two cigarettes and was about to head back to the bedroom.
Charlotte wandered in.
She was rocking his shirt, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and asked, "Where's Lily?"
"Bradley took her!" Frederick motioned her over.
Charlotte was a bit shy, but she was really into him. He always knew when to stop, so she trusted him. She obediently plopped down on his lap.
She nestled in his arms, softly asking, "Why did Bradley take her?"
Frederick gently ran his fingers through her hair.
He smiled. "Because Bradley's gonna be her husband someday."
Charlotte fiddled with the buttons on his pajamas and quietly asked, "How do you know about the future?"
Frederick caught her hand.
Charlotte looked up and saw his intense gaze locked on her.
She lay on his shoulder, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and whispered, "Frederick, why do I feel like you'll just pop in and then vanish?"
Suddenly, Frederick felt a wave of sadness hit him.
He even wondered if he could take 20-year-old Charlotte back with him, so there'd be two Charlottes.
Frederick stopped himself from overthinking. He lowered his head and kissed Charlotte's forehead, whispering, "We'll be together! Charlotte, trust me!"
Charlotte lifted her head from his embrace.
A sliver of morning light streamed through the window, lighting up her young face.
Her voice trembled. "I trust you."
This relationship, for 20-year-old Charlotte, was as unexpected as a sudden afternoon storm.
She wasn't without her doubts.
But when she first walked into this apartment, the familiar feeling made her completely surrender.
Otherwise, why hadn't he met someone else on campus that day?
Charlotte had always been true to her feelings.
She wanted to be with Frederick. She had to be with Frederick. She even forgot about the differences in their status and never considered whether his parents would approve.
She just recklessly fell in love with him.
Her expression looked fragile and helpless, with a hint of grievance.
Frederick just held her, laying out his plans. He told her he'd open a Blossom Music Studio in the best part of Seattle for her after she graduated, and they'd get hitched when she turned 24.
Then, they'd start popping out kids.
Frederick went on and on, and slowly, Charlotte dozed off in his arms, her head resting against his neck. When he looked down, he saw a tiny glimmer of light at the corner of Charlotte's eye.
Frederick kissed her lips gently, then carried her back to the bedroom.
There was only a week left until the school anniversary.
Frederick kept Charlotte close. He even personally visited William to ask if Charlotte could temporarily stay with him. He'd pick her up and drop her off at school.
Maria packed Charlotte's things and sent them to Frederick.
Frederick lugged the suitcase downstairs.
Charlotte sat in the car, looking all mopey.
Frederick tossed the luggage in the trunk, then slid into the driver's seat. As he buckled up, he casually asked, "Don't wanna live with me?"
Charlotte took a long time to softly say, "Frederick, I like you! But it's too fast!"
She frowned. "I don't wanna cohabit now."
Frederick's gaze deepened.
"Frederick, even though you've talked about the future, who can say for sure? If we live together, I'm scared that one day you'll get tired of me or find someone else more suitable. I couldn't handle it!" After saying that, her eyes welled up with tears.
Besides feeling wronged, she felt unwilling to leave him.
Frederick gently touched her delicate face. Then, with one hand, he took a document from the car's glove compartment and placed it in Charlotte's hand.
It was a transfer contract.
The apartment had already been transferred to her name, including the piano.
And all of Frederick's assets, both movable and immovable. More than 120 billion dollars in total. All transferred to her name.
Charlotte was stunned. She bit her delicate lip and softly protested, "I don't want these!"
Frederick guessed she was scared.
He deliberately said lightly, "Still not reassured? How about you take possession of my body too? Would that make you feel secure?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but press his forehead against hers, whispering, "My body is immovable property, but in your hands, it becomes movable! But this item isn't marketable; from now until forever, only you can use it!"
Charlotte was both embarrassed and pissed.
Frederick pulled her hand over to sign the document.
Charlotte stubbornly looked up at him.
Frederick gently patted her head and said, "Didn't you say I could foresee the future? Charlotte, what's wrong with giving all this to my future wife?"
At 20, Charlotte signed the contract in advance, giving herself to Frederick.
Living together was new and exciting for her, and for Frederick too.
At night, the young men and women lying in the same bed inevitably led to kissing and touching. Charlotte knew nothing, but under his guidance, she experienced it.
Afterward, Charlotte hid in the bathroom, washing her hands for a long time.
When she came out, Frederick was already dressed.
Charlotte was surprised. "You're going out this late?"
Frederick fastened his belt and pinched her chin. "Yeah, I have something to take care of. You go to sleep first!"
Late at night, Frederick drove alone to the Seattle Theater.
Under Cherie's arrangement, the theater doors were open, and Frederick easily walked in.
It was pitch dark inside, so he turned on the lights.
The brightness was like daylight.
In the vast, empty auditorium, his leather shoes made a creaking sound on the floor.
Frederick slowly walked to the front row and sat in the familiar spot. It was here that he had watched Charlotte get hit by the chandelier fragments.
She was still in a coma.
Frederick gently closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they were clear, with a hint of ruthlessness.
He sat there from night until dawn.
At dawn, he made a phone call to the dean of the music academy, Larry Butler. "Mr. Butler, this is Frederick."
Frederick got straight to the point. "I heard your school has an anniversary celebration next week with many performances. I have a small request: I want my girlfriend to perform."
Larry hesitated a bit.
Frederick smiled lightly. "I'll donate $20 million to sponsor the event."
With that, Larry had no more hesitations.
He readily agreed, "Sure!"
Frederick smiled lightly. "A piano performance. I'll handle the stage design."
Larry was very agreeable.
Even if Frederick wanted to plaster Charlotte's name all over the venue, it would be fine! It wasn't just about the $20 million; it also involved the Hawkins family.
Frederick hung up the phone.
He quietly walked out, the morning light casting a long shadow behind him.
He hadn't returned all night.
He thought Charlotte would be unhappy; she had a bit of a temper.
But when he arrived at the apartment, the house was filled with the aroma of food.
And Charlotte, wearing an oversized T-shirt and a light pink apron, was busy in the kitchen.
Frederick's troubled heart finally calmed a bit. He couldn't help but hug her from behind. "You didn't even call to check on me. Letting a man run wild isn't good! Charlotte, the first thing you need to learn as Mrs. Hawkins is to keep me in line, okay?"
Charlotte blushed. "Who asks to be kept in line?"
Frederick kissed her delicate neck and mumbled, "I do."
Charlotte still wasn't very skilled, but she would hold his shoulders and respond to his advances. After a long time, he was finally satisfied, his voice hoarse. "I'll take you to school later."
Charlotte softly refused, "I can take the bus or a cab."
Frederick's eyes deepened. After a moment, he patted her on the butt. "Are you feeling sorry for me?"
Charlotte wouldn't admit it, but she didn't deny it either.
After breakfast, Frederick drove Charlotte to school.
His car was flashy.
At the school gate, Charlotte didn't want him to drop her off, but even so, it still attracted a lot of attention.
Charlotte bit her lip. "It's all your fault!"
Frederick kissed her. "Tomorrow, I'll take you in another car."
Charlotte was somewhat moved and kissed him on the chin before getting out of the car.
Watching her back, Frederick finally realized who Lola resembled.
Lola resembled him. But even more, she resembled a young Charlotte.
Frederick made a call. "Spread the word that the original piano solo opportunity was Tina's, but because of her background, the school chose Charlotte! Also, provide 24-hour protection for Charlotte."
In the afternoon, Charlotte saw Tina.
The news about the piano solo had already spread throughout the music academy.
Everyone was watching Tina's reaction.
Tina was very angry.
Charlotte had already gotten so much; why did she have to take this from her too? This school anniversary was a significant opportunity to be seen by many of Seattle's elites.
She was unwilling to give it up.
Tina looked at Charlotte's calm face and sneered. "This isn't settled yet. Don't get too smug."
Charlotte didn't care about such things.
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