Chapter 87 You Regret it?
Frederick sneered. "Let me tell you why!"
He stood in the night breeze, dressed in white with golden hair. His chiseled features were perfect, like those of a deity.
Frederick looked down at Ethan, scoffing, "Do you regret it now? After Charlotte went with me, did you realize you loved her and couldn't live without her? Ethan, it was always your choice, like the trap you set for William early on or your deliberate seduction of Charlotte. You had chances to turn back, but you chose power every time!"
Ethan staggered to his feet, his face drained of color.
Frederick sneered. "You gave her up! You handed her to me yourself!"
Ethan's lips began to tremble, and soon his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Frederick eyed him with another sneer. "Ethan, drop that lovesick act! Where were you before?"
Suddenly, Ethan stared intently at Frederick.
On the side of Frederick's neck was a faint row of kiss marks, quite dense, clearly the result of a long session.
Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn't help but wonder, how many times did they do it tonight?
Following Ethan's gaze, Frederick looked down.
Tonight, when they were on the bed, Charlotte had lightly bit his shoulder in her passion. Both of them were very aroused, and the air seemed charged with their emotions.
Although his relationship with Charlotte was temporary, he didn't look down on her. In fact, he liked her personality, her cooking, and her body in every way!
Frederick stubbed out his cigarette. He spoke to Ethan, "People's patience is limited! You should be grateful Chloe still likes you; otherwise, you'd be in jail by now with what you've done."
Ethan laughed softly. He seemed to understand suddenly. "Thank you for the lesson, Frederick! From now on, I'll be a good husband and won't let Chloe shed a single tear."
Frederick, accustomed to dealing with all sorts of tough characters, was quite impressed with Ethan.
Just a moment ago, he had looked like he was on the brink of despair, and now he had changed his tune. He was heartless!
Frederick didn't want to get entangled with him any further. Just then, his phone rang; it was Charlotte.
He answered it right in front of Ethan. "Yeah, I'll be back soon. Things are almost settled. Didn't I tell you to sleep first? Are you still waiting for me? Do you want to continue?"
Frederick made no effort to hide his desire, flirting right in front of Ethan. And he spoke loudly.
Charlotte's voice was soft. "Frederick, can we do it tomorrow night instead?"
Ethan's whole body stiffened, his fingers clenched so tightly they were white, almost breaking.
Frederick drove away.
Ethan remained standing by the sea, motionless.
The sea breeze carried Charlotte's words away, but they were etched into Ethan's heart.
She said, "Frederick, can we do it tomorrow night instead?"
When she said it, there was no reluctance, her voice sweet as if she had just been thoroughly and passionately loved by a man.
Something warm slid down his cheek. He reached up and realized it was a tear. 'I'm crying? It's crazy! Just an ex-girlfriend. Why should she make me cry? Who hasn't loved a few people?'
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