Chapter 376 Charlotte Wakes Up from Heartache (Part 2)
Charlotte was feeling kinda awkward.
She cleared her throat and asked, "Weren't you supposed to come in the afternoon?"
Frederick strolled over to the hospital bed.
Laura stepped aside to let him sit. He gently stroked Charlotte's face and said, "I couldn't wait. Got the doc to give me a painkiller shot and came right over!"
He cupped her face with one warm hand.
Charlotte looked into his eyes.
They had shared that dream, and seeing each other again felt different. There was so much to say, but it wasn't convenient with so many people around, especially with Lola watching wide-eyed.
Frederick didn't care about any of that.
Parents and kids were all here. So what?
He just wanted to kiss her.
He leaned in and gently kissed his wife. She was a bit surprised and instinctively resisted.
Frederick gently held her hand and deepened the kiss.
Patrick couldn't stay calm.
Were young people always this direct?
He took the kids out of the room, making it much quieter.
After a long kiss, Frederick buried his handsome face in her neck.
He spoke softly, "Has the doctor been by? Is the baby okay?"
"The baby is fine." Charlotte gently stroked his arm. He had lost some muscle, then she touched his neck and chest.
Their eyes met.
Frederick finally said, "Charlotte, I missed you so much!"
Her seven days in a coma had felt like torture to him.
How could Charlotte not know?
He had lost a lot of weight, and it pained her. But she couldn't bring herself to say anything sentimental. She only remembered that this man had pulled her out of the abyss, risking his own life.
Charlotte gently pulled him onto the bed.
She choked up, "Frederick, take good care of yourself. Once you're better, let's go check out the apartment."
He agreed.
Then they lay down together, head to head.
At lunchtime, Frederick's leg couldn't take it anymore. The doctor gave him emergency treatment, and he had to use a wheelchair temporarily. It would take at least half a month to fully recover.
Charlotte's body was also getting better day by day.
Especially the baby in her belly, who was very strong.
In the afternoon, Charlotte stood in front of Frederick, letting him gently stroke her swollen belly.
There was no one else in the room, so Frederick pulled Charlotte onto his lap, bold as ever. He slipped his hand inside her hospital gown and touched her swollen belly.
As he touched her, he got even more cheeky.
Charlotte could totally feel it.
She couldn't help but think of that dream where she had made the first move with him at 20. That feeling, even though it was a dream, still lingered in her body.
Charlotte blushed and pressed down his hand. "Control yourself."
Desire stirred in Frederick. Although Charlotte's pregnancy made things less convenient, and his frostbitten leg was also an inconvenience, they could still find a way to be intimate.
He coaxed her into taking off her hospital gown.
Her slightly swollen belly wasn't unattractive; it added to her womanly charm.
Charlotte wouldn't let him touch her. She hugged his neck and whispered, "Aren't 20-year-old girls prettier?"
Everything was fine. Frederick was in the mood for some flirting.
Besides, he had fond memories of those passionate moments in the dream.
Frederick whispered hotly in her ear, "No 20-year-old girl could match our perfect harmony."
Charlotte had long known his shamelessness.
She didn't care about her clothes, just nestled in his arms, exploring his body bit by bit. He had indeed lost a lot of weight, and Charlotte felt sorry for him.
Finally, she blushed and gently unbuckled his belt.
"Charlotte!" Frederick's voice was slightly hoarse.
Charlotte whispered in his ear, "Don't talk, Frederick. I want to take care of you."
They were husband and wife.
He was passionate and loved lovemaking, so she would be responsive to him.
As long as it made him happy, she was willing to do it.
Afterward, it was already an hour later. Charlotte couldn't help but complain about his greed.
In the bathroom, Frederick hugged her waist from behind and gently asked, "Is the baby okay?"
Charlotte blushed.
They hadn't really done it, but she had felt good, and the baby must have felt something too!
She didn't say anything, but Frederick understood.
His hand covered her belly, and he chuckled. "You're quite delicate."
Charlotte wouldn't let him say any more and told him to sit in the wheelchair, "The doctor said you should stay in the wheelchair to recover faster."
Frederick didn't take it seriously.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Frederick accompanied Charlotte for a nap.
The bodyguard pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Hawkins, some folks from the film crew wanna see Ms. Russell."
Frederick was about to refuse, but Charlotte had woken up. She sat up slightly and smiled. "Let 'em in!"
The bodyguard went out to invite them in.
Charlotte softly said, "I know you want me to rest, but since they're here, it wouldn't be right not to see them. Besides, was the chandelier falling really an accident?"
As she spoke, she gently shook her head. "Frederick, I don't buy it."
Frederick felt a pang in his heart, gently pinched her cheek, and said nothing.
At that moment, people started to walk in.
Grace, Elizabeth, the director, and a few newcomers from the crew.
Charlotte was puzzled. 'Where's Gabriel?'
But with so many people around, she couldn't ask.
Grace, being close to her, was naturally more affectionate. She placed some fresh fruit on the table and sat by the bed, holding Charlotte's hand. "You were really lucky! Gabriel..."
Charlotte frowned slightly. "What about Gabriel?"
Her head had been hit, causing a mild concussion, and she had almost forgotten the situation at the time.
She only remembered Frederick constantly calling her name.
Frederick glanced at Grace.
Grace's heart tightened, realizing she had let something slip. It was clear Frederick didn't want Charlotte to know.
So, she stammered.
Charlotte looked at Frederick but didn't ask further.
She was weak, and the visitors didn't stay long.
The room quieted down.
Charlotte walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the scenery outside, and softly asked, "What happened to Gabriel?"
Just then, Cherie happened to push the door open.
Frederick closed his laptop and signaled her to wait outside for a moment.
Once the door was closed, he stood up and gently held Charlotte's shoulders from behind, whispering, "He got disfigured saving you. I've hired the best specialists from abroad, and they've already completed the first surgery."
Gabriel was severely injured and would need at least five or six surgeries.
There was no guarantee he would look the same as before.
Charlotte listened quietly, feeling terrible inside.
After a long while, she whispered, "The necklace Ethan gave me must have broken too."
Charlotte thought of the deceased, feeling awful. In the dream, Ethan had let go and moved on to a different life, but upon waking, he was truly gone.
Charlotte didn't rush to see Gabriel.
Such a handsome young man would naturally had his pride. He wouldn't want anyone to see him with his face wrapped in bandages.
But Charlotte wanted to visit Ethan.
The day before she was discharged, Frederick wasn't there, so Charlotte asked the bodyguard to arrange a car, saying she wanted to go out.
The bodyguard hesitated. "I need to get Mr. Hawkins' permission for this."
Charlotte didn't stop him.
After the call, the bodyguard softly said, "Mr. Hawkins instructed that you shouldn't stay out too long. He said it would snow in the afternoon."
Charlotte smiled faintly.
It was her first time visiting Ethan's grave.
Getting out of the car, the sky was gray and foggy, looking like it was about to snow.
Charlotte wore a loose down jacket, hiding her pregnancy.
She slowly walked towards Ethan's grave, where she saw a thin figure standing. As she got closer, she realized it was Tina.
Charlotte knew who had harmed her.
But Frederick hadn't acted yet, likely due to a lack of evidence.
Standing a few steps away, Charlotte stared intently at Tina.
Charlotte was accompanied by four bodyguards and an assistant, so Tina naturally noticed. She said, "Mrs. Hawkins, you sure travel with quite an entourage!"
Charlotte smiled lightly.
The four bodyguards stepped forward and moved Tina aside.
Charlotte walked to the grave and looked at Ethan's young face in the photo.
The photo was one she had taken of him years ago.
It must have been his final wish.
The sky was gloomy, and Charlotte felt sad. She bent down and gently touched the young face, whispering, "Why did you have to tell Gabriel those things? Ethan, our past is in the past. Why couldn't you let it go?"
If he had let go, he wouldn't have had the accident and died.
Life and death were fated. Charlotte didn't blame herself too much; she was just sad.
Ethan had a good background, good looks, and abilities. He should have lived a life of luxury, but he didn't have a good ending.
"Ethan, I can't tell if I ruined you or if you ruined me." Charlotte felt a pang in her heart.
Nearby, Tina screamed hysterically, "Charlotte, you killed him! Why are you pretending to care?"
Charlotte lowered her eyes and smiled faintly. "Really?"
She slowly turned to look at Tina. "And what did you do?"
Tina suddenly felt guilty.
That day, she had given Ethan something to make him drowsy and unfocused, hoping to keep him.
But in the end, he still got dressed and left the hotel.
On the way to Charlotte's house, he had a car accident.
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