Chapter 43 Charlotte was a Virgin
Charlotte was exhausted.
At night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time she was about to drift off, she felt a pair of strong arms around her, and a man softly calling her name.
Each time, she jolted awake.
In the dim bedroom, only a sliver of moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow that felt somewhat unreal.
Charlotte sat up and gently touched her face. It wasn't a dream. She was at Frederick's house, sleeping in his bed.
The bedroom door opened quietly, and Frederick, having finished his work, came in to sleep. As soon as he entered, he saw Charlotte sitting on the bed, looking bewildered like a poor little puppy.
Frederick abandoned the idea of turning on the light, walked to the bedside, and gently stroked her soft, long hair. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Charlotte leaned on his shoulder, following his hand.
Frederick knew what she wanted to ask and whispered in her ear, "I made arrangements earlier. I'll go handle it in the morning, and if all goes well, I should be able to bail your dad out."
Charlotte was immensely grateful.
She didn't speak, just wrapped her arms around his neck.
Frederick, being in the prime of his youth, saw no need to restrain himself. So everything happened naturally, and under his guidance, they embraced and kissed passionately.
It was Charlotte's first time, and she was somewhat nervous, not knowing where to place her hands and feet. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
The more she trembled, the more Frederick was aroused.
Just as they were both lost in the moment, Charlotte frowned and let out a soft cry of pain.
"What's wrong?" Frederick asked, his breath hot against her ear.
Charlotte's voice trembled. "My heel is chafed. It hurts a bit."
Frederick cupped the back of her head, looking down at her. Afraid he might be upset, Charlotte clung to his neck and softly said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Frederick chuckled.
He rubbed his nose against hers, his voice hoarse. "Ms. Russell is more eager than I am?"
Charlotte's face turned crimson.
Frederick didn't tease her further. He reached out and turned on a bedside lamp. The soft yellow light illuminated their bodies clearly.
Charlotte quickly covered herself with the sheet.
Frederick smiled. "You are so shy. I thought you were an innocent girl, and I didn't dare make a move."
He was just joking, but he didn't know that Charlotte had never been intimate with a man before.
He got out of bed to fetch the first aid kit, and Charlotte watched his back.
He had a great physique, with lean muscles on a tall frame, looking slender but not overly muscular.
Before Frederick returned, Charlotte hurriedly put on a shirt.
A moment later, Frederick came back with the first aid kit. Charlotte was already sitting on the edge of the bed and softly said, "I'll do it myself."
Frederick stopped her.
He knelt, holding one of Charlotte's feet, and gently applied the medicine.
Charlotte felt deeply uneasy.
In this relationship, she felt Frederick didn't need to be so good to her; he didn't need to be so considerate.
Frederick looked up. "Don't move."
Guessing her thoughts, he said calmly, "I don't like forcing people. While we're together, we're equals. The ideal state is mutual pleasure."
His words were quite blunt.
Charlotte wanted to ask how many such relationships he had had but then felt it was pointless; they were essentially nothing to each other! Frederick hadn't said it explicitly, but she understood his meaning. He would be good to her, but once he got bored, that would be the end of their relationship!
Charlotte thought, 'I should be grateful to him for giving me a bit of dignity when I was at my lowest.
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