Chapter 76 He Didn't Come Home
Frederick was about to head home when his phone buzzed. It was the client from the case.
"Mr. Hawkins, they've got new evidence against me!" The client's voice shook with tension.
Frederick frowned, gripping the steering wheel. "Send it over."
After hanging up, he quickly got the message. It was bad news.
Frederick, ever the workaholic, jumped out of his car and headed back to the office, calling for overtime.
The team groaned in unison.
By three in the morning, Frederick remembered he had promised Charlotte he'd be home.
He picked up his phone to call her but figured she might be asleep. Instead, he shot her a message: [Got an urgent matter. I'll head straight to Silver Lining Hotel tomorrow night.]
Just as he sent the message, Cherie walked in with a stack of documents. "Mr. Hawkins, the meeting's ready."
Meanwhile, Charlotte had fallen asleep at the dining table, her face pale under the dim light. Her phone buzzed, waking her up.
She saw Frederick's message and sighed. Slowly, she cleaned up the table and drained the now-cold bathwater.
After a quick wash, she crawled into bed. Despite her exhaustion, sleep wouldn't come. She missed him.
She tossed and turned until morning when Lily called.
Charlotte answered, her voice hoarse.
Lily teased, "It's almost 10, and you're still in bed? Is Mr. Hawkins that energetic?"
Charlotte blushed. "He didn't come home last night."
Lily chuckled. "Just reminding you to dress up tonight. We can't let that bitch get away with it."
Charlotte felt a wave of gratitude. "Thanks, Lily."
Lily, with a cigarette between her lips, coughed lightly. "Save the mushy stuff. Just don't forget me when you're rich!"
Charlotte laughed. After hanging up, she remembered Frederick hadn't come home.
She bit her lip, ordered a full set of nourishing meals for him, and felt a mischievous thrill.
Half an hour later, Frederick replied: [I'll let you know if I need this tonight!]
Charlotte blushed and replied: [I'm not afraid of you, bring it on!]
Feeling giddy, she ate, took a bath, exfoliated, washed her hair, and did a face mask. She'd never been this meticulous.
Wrapped in a towel, she picked out a dark brown cocktail dress. Simple yet elegant, it made her skin look snow-white and added a touch of allure. She blow-dried her hair into soft curls and spent another half hour on makeup.
When she was done, she admired herself in the mirror. She looked even better than she had imagined.
Her cheeks flushed as she imagined embracing and kissing Frederick. The thought made her heart race.
It was getting late, so she called a cab. But as she stepped outside, she saw a black McLaren parked at the entrance. Leaning against it was Frederick, looking dashing in a classic English suit and shiny leather shoes.
Charlotte was stunned. Frederick? Didn't he say he'd go straight to the hotel?
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