Chapter 63 How Am I Not Proper?
Charlotte couldn't deny her feelings for Frederick. Whether it was out of gratitude or simply his striking good looks, she found herself drawn to him.
Being with him was supposed to make herself happy. The sense of melancholy within her made no sense. Hence, she lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Yes."
Frederick's slender fingers brushed her lips, slow and suggestive. Charlotte blushed, her heart racing.
However, the pressing matter lingered. Nestling against his neck, she inquired, "Is there no way to handle Tina?"
"Do you care a lot about what others think?"
Careful to please him before expressing her concerns, Charlotte admitted, "I don't want to disappoint the kids I teach, or make them think I'm an improper person."
Frederick buried his face in her neck and laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice. "You're lying under me right now. How proper is that?"
Even though they'd slept together a few times, they'd never gone all the way. She couldn't stand such indecent words. Embarrassed, she pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.
Frederick was particularly turned on tonight and quickly followed her.
As Charlotte completed her skincare routine, his embrace enveloped her from behind, chin grazing her shoulder. "Are you upset?"
"No! How dare I?"
With a gentle chin pinch, Frederick guided her into a kiss. After a tender moment, he held her close. Locking eyes with her, he murmured, "There's no need for legal action. Leave it to me. Just attend the reunion as planned."
Hesitant, Charlotte questioned, "You won't be there, will you?"
"Am I not presentable? Or do you believe it's more respectable to be with an older man?"
Explaining her viewpoint, Charlotte remarked, "I didn't imply that. I'm just uncertain why you're unfazed by our relationship.”
Frederick, indifferent, stated, "We're both single and dating naturally. No need to avoid anything."
Charlotte fell silent, still slightly tipsy, seeking solace in his embrace, appearing on the verge of sleep.
Carefully, Frederick carried her to bed. Nestled under the covers, Charlotte lay on her side. Fatigue enveloped her as Frederick returned post-shower, his actions suggestive.
Though awakened by his advances, she feigned sleep, too weary to engage.
Sensing her discomfort, Frederick retreated, settling beside her. Softly, he inquired, "How long is your usual cycle?"
Blushing profusely, Charlotte eventually whispered, "Five days."
Pivoting away, Frederick lay back, granting her space.
Come morning, Charlotte took the initiative to help him with his tie.
In the gentle morning light, her radiance was captivating. Grasping her hand, Frederick suggested, "Why not prepare for the reunion gathering? Get some new clothes."
Budget-conscious lately, Charlotte hesitated, honestly stating her concerns.
Amused by her candidness, he affectionately pinched her cheek, "Shopping for clothes isn't bank-breaking. It's merely a seasonal switch. Pick me up some shirts while you're at it."
She knew it was an excuse, the gesture warmed her. Grateful, Charlotte thanked him.
Drawing her close, Frederick kissed her cheek. "You're too polite, Ms. Russell."
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