Chapter 73 Frederick's Control
Charlotte played with her stray locks, sighing, "Yeah, but it is so unruly now."
Responding with a faint grin, Frederick remarked, "Text me the time and place of the reunion. These upcoming days are jam-packed."
Jolting to action, Charlotte swiftly retrieved her phone, sending him the details. Entering the information into his phone, Frederick glanced up to find Charlotte staring at him.
Aware of her admiration for him, a touch of vanity crept in. Pinching her cheek gently, he teased, "Caught under the spell, huh? Why did you keep your head down when I entered the shower then?"
Blushing deeply, Charlotte prepared to busy herself with the dishes, but Frederick halted her hand. His voice lowered suggestively, "Let Jessica handle this in the morning."
Picking up on the undercurrent in his tone, Charlotte hesitated, uncertain of his intentions, especially given their lack of intimacy thus far.
Scooping her up, Frederick carried her to the master bedroom. Yet again, he halted after a brief moment of contentment, just like last night.
Nestling against him, Charlotte listened as he murmured, "Let's save the rest for Saturday, alright?"
Speechless with embarrassment, Charlotte pressed her cheek against his comforting warmth, gradually comprehending his tendencies after spending significant time with him.
Frederick thrived on control, dictating even their intimate moments. Charlotte found herself complying with his lead.
Weary from the day's events, Charlotte soon drifted off to sleep.
In the quiet of the night, Frederick observed her serene features.
Despite his earlier frustrations, returning to an environment where he was cared for and accepted was a solace no man could reject.
Overwhelmed by a sudden urge to indulge her, Frederick mused, 'Saturday night should be memorable for her. Sunday morning, she'll wake up to joy.'
At dawn, Charlotte stirred. The apartment was devoid of Frederick at the moment, and even Jessica had completed her tasks and departed.
Charlotte grappled with an unexpected realization. She was ensnared by Frederick's tenderness, despite their undefined relationship. Each intimate encounter left her exhilarated.
Contemplating her newfound feelings, she mused, 'Is this genuine affection I'm experiencing during our makeout? Did Frederick unveil this side of me?'
Shying away from deeper reflections, she rose hastily to begin her day.
With a lull in her schedule, Charlotte often spent time with her father and Maria.
William had returned home to the affluent neighborhood after his hospital discharge. Though Charlotte resided elsewhere, Maria would cover for her in front of William.
After lunch, she assisted Maria in the kitchen, washing fruits. In a hushed tone, Maria shared, "I heard that jerk Ethan has been having a tough time lately. Is it true? Did Frederick really go after him?"
Charlotte confirmed the rumors with a nod.
She had heard about Ethan's situation from Lily. Lily said Frederick didn't completely ruin him. Although Ethan was in a rough spot temporarily, he would probably bounce back in a month or two.
Maria gritted her teeth. "He got off easy!"
Charlotte, however, remained composed. "As long as Dad's safe, that's the priority. Ethan is still Frederick's kin. He wouldn't jeopardize his sister's marriage for me."
Maria faltered, then apologized, her guilt surfacing. "You are right. Charlotte, I'm sorry!"
Despite Maria's reservations about Frederick, she had nudged Charlotte in his direction, grappling with her conscience.
Charlotte shook her head. "Maria, it's not your fault!"
Although not William's biological daughter, he had showered her with unconditional love, even forgoing to have biological children. Repaying him with her loyalty felt like a small token of gratitude.
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