Chapter 65 Unable to Sleep Without Him
Shifting in bed, Ethan snagged his phone, accessing a private album. Within it lay a solitary picture—Charlotte.
Captured from a time when late nights defined his work routine, it featured Charlotte waiting with dinner, dozing off at the table—innocently sweet. Her slumber had once softened his hard exterior, prompting an inexplicable urge to snap that moment.
Despite pursuing Chloe and severing ties with Charlotte, that picture remained. Its enduring presence puzzled him.
He believed indifference had cloaked his heart then. His treatment of her had been less than stellar.
A protracted gaze fixated on the photo until Daisy's knock broke the reverie, her voice cutting through the silence. "Ethan, we need to talk."
Swiftly stowing his phone, Ethan welcomed Daisy's entrance, her expression betraying anguish, yet truths demanded proclamation.
"Ethan, you've moved on from Charlotte. You're betrothed to Chloe now. Stay committed! Charlotte's living with another man now. Her reputation hangs in the balance. How can we accept her?"
Daisy's discourse carried a sharp edge.
With a furrowed brow, Ethan retorted icily, "She didn't want us either."
His hand reached for his coat, signaling departure. Daisy pursued, "Where are you going?"
"Back to the office."
Seated in his sports car, Ethan stalled before ignition.
His eyelids shut, ruminations swirled, Daisy's words resonating profoundly, especially 'Charlotte living with another man,' a gut-wrenching blow.
He wondered if he hadn't pushed her so hard back then, maybe she wouldn't have met Frederick, and she wouldn't be living with him now.
Charlotte returned home pre-five, aware of Frederick's habitual return at seven, prompting her to prep dinner ahead.
She loved cleanliness, so she took a shower after cooking.
Delight danced within as she arranged her day's purchases in Frederick's wardrobe, the soft fabrics blending seamlessly with his elegant attire.
Unveiling her acquisitions—two shirts and a belt, all heralded from luxury labels—Charlotte envisioned Frederick adorned in them, cheeks warmed by the subtle fantasy.
A ring ruptured her reverie: Frederick calling. Known for his temper, Frederick's demeanor towards her had improved since their 'relationship.'
"I took on a tricky case. I'll be working late for the next few days."
Charlotte asked, "Does that mean you won't be home for dinner?"
"Yep," a fleeting moment passed, "Might manage a quick change at best."
Charlotte suddenly felt guilty about the money she had spent that day. Putting away her phone, she quietly looked at the hanging shirts, her joy earlier fading away.
Alone, she partook in dinner, solitude weighing upon her. Nestled in bed, an unfamiliar sense of yearning crept in; normally, Frederick would be there, tending to her.
Embarrassed, she pondered why she craved his presence?
She forced herself to sleep but woke up several times during the night. Frederick never came back, but Jessica did.
Jessica said familiarly, "Frederick is often this busy, Miss Russell. Don't worry about it!"
Comforted by Jessica's reassurance, Charlotte acknowledged the pattern.
Dawn found Frederick still absent, unsettling her. After contemplation, she requested an additional breakfast be prepared, intending to deliver it to him.
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