Chapter 374 Hold Me, Frederick
Frederick cruised back to the apartment, but Charlotte was MIA.
He swung open all the doors, calling out, "Charlotte!"
But the place was a ghost town.
Just as he was about to head downstairs to hunt for her, he heard the door creak open, and in walked Charlotte.
On this chilly autumn night, she was rocking a coat.
It was his old, oversized college baseball jacket, and damn, did it look good on her, especially with those long legs on display.
Frederick's brow furrowed.
Only two days left, and his nerves were shot. He was freaked out something might happen to Charlotte.
He couldn't help but snap, "Where the hell did you go?"
Charlotte froze for a sec.
After a beat, she softly said, "I made a ton of food tonight, but you didn't show for dinner, so I took it downstairs to feed the stray dogs."
Frederick's scowl didn't budge.
He stared at her, voice rough. "Don't go wandering off these next two days!"
With that, he stormed into the study.
He needed to chill; his nerves were fried. He wanted to stay cool, but it was tough. Everything was riding on the next two days.
The study was pitch black.
Frederick sat there, smoking, lost in thought about how long he'd been stuck in this dream and how much time had passed in the real world.
He was worried about Charlotte.
And their third kid.
It was a girl, and he named her Sienna, wanting her to be special from the get-go.
Frederick was on edge, and the ashtray on the desk was overflowing with cigarette butts.
The door creaked open.
Charlotte tiptoed in, feeling her way to his lap, snuggling up and wrapping her arms around his waist, softly asking, "Frederick, what's up?"
A girl being ignored always felt hurt.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" she huffed.
Frederick wasn't in the mood, but Charlotte threw herself into his arms, and his warm hand reached over, feeling the thin strap.
Charlotte was in a camisole nightgown.
"Did you wear this on purpose?" Frederick gently toyed with the thin strap, his voice husky, making Charlotte feel a bit turned on.
She tilted her head to kiss his chin.
Her voice was a bit breathless. "Still mad?"
Frederick's hand gently caressed her delicate waist.
His whole body was tense, not just with desire, but also with the pressure of being on the edge.
The best way for a guy to blow off steam was to get it on with a woman.
And in his arms was his young wife.
Frederick lowered his head to find her lips. Charlotte was still a bit dazed, her red lips slightly parted. He took the chance to kiss her deeply, holding her slender waist tightly against him as the heat rose.
"Frederick!"
He couldn't hold back any longer and carried her to the sofa, kissing her passionately.
At the last moment, Frederick stopped.
He kissed the young girl in his arms, gently soothing her, but Charlotte propped herself up, looking stunning in the dim light. She gazed at him with gentle eyes and said, "Frederick, didn't you say I was yours? Since we're meant to be, why not now?"
Charlotte was young but not dumb.
She knew where love was, money would follow.
He had given her all his wealth, and she had no doubt about his love.
Frederick looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing sensually.
Impulse finally blew reason out of the water.
He scooped up Charlotte's delicate frame and headed to the bedroom. That bed was where they first hooked up in real life, but in the dream, he'd been with Charlotte four years earlier.
After a few rounds of passion, Charlotte's young body couldn't keep up and she crashed from exhaustion.
But Frederick was wide awake.
He paced around the apartment, always thinking about leaving something behind to make Charlotte's next four years smoother.
Late at night, Frederick made a bunch of calls.
He set up people to handle the follow-up stuff.
He ordered the best diamond ring in Syeattel, which got delivered overnight.
At four in the morning, Frederick slipped under the covers and lay down on the bed.
As soon as he did, Charlotte, half-asleep, turned and hugged his neck, whining a bit. "Where'd you go?"
"Just handling some stuff." His voice was a bit rough.
Charlotte's head burrowed into his chest, gently nudging.
After a bit, she pressed against his heart and whispered, "It hurts a little."
Frederick's heart melted, and he patted her little head, comforting her, "It won't hurt anymore, I promise."
Charlotte had a bunch of demands.
She held his hand, cautiously and softly asking him to only be with her for the rest of his life.
Frederick didn't say anything.
She was still uneasy and looked up at him.
At that moment, Frederick slipped a cold diamond ring onto her ring finger, the size just right.
Charlotte was stunned.
She slowly raised her hand, loving it but pretending not to care. "Is this for me?"
Frederick gently pulled her hand down.
He interlocked his fingers with hers.
He buried his head in her neck, his voice low. "Charlotte, be my wife! I've loved you for a long time!"
They had been tangled up for seven years.
Twenty-year-old Charlotte didn't get all of it; she was just happy.
Frederick looked at the joy in her eyes, feeling a pang of pain.
There was only one day left.
Frederick set up a lot more things. Even though it was just a dream, he couldn't leave without any attachments. Charlotte sensed it.
The night before, she clung to him, asking him to hold her.
After making love, Frederick held her delicate foot, caressing the spot where she would be hurt in the future.
He softly said, "Charlotte, I've done a lot of things I regret, but there's one thing I don't. And that is loving you!"
Charlotte looked up at him.
She knew something was off, but she trusted him completely.
He was about to leave!
That night, Frederick held her all night, letting Charlotte experience what it meant to be completely satisfied.
At four in the afternoon, the styling team showed up.
Frederick picked out a long dress for her, paired with jewels.
It was the first time Charlotte had dressed so fancy.
She turned around and hugged him, softly saying, "Frederick, I'm a little nervous!"
Frederick gently caressed her face, kissed her softly, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Charlotte, I love you!"
Charlotte smiled lightly, just about to say something.
But Frederick struck the back of her head hard.
Immediately, Charlotte's body went limp.
He carried her to the soft bed, bent down to kiss her, murmuring words of love, "Sleep and when you wake up, we'll be together! Be good!"
As he got up, there was a hint of tears in his eyes.
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