Chapter 88 Frederick, You're Really Good-looking
When Frederick got back to the apartment, it was already three in the morning. The warm yellow light from the bedroom spilled out, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, luxurious decor. He walked into the bedroom.
Charlotte, a light sleeper, woke up as soon as he came in. She sat up, leaning against the headboard, her voice slightly husky from just waking up. "Do you want something to eat?"
"It's too late. Don't bother. I'm gonna take a shower."
Frederick undressed and went into the bathroom, casually tossing his white shirt on the floor. Charlotte picked it up and put it in the laundry basket, planning to hand wash it the next day.
Suddenly, her gaze froze. There were bloodstains on the shirt, and when Charlotte sniffed it, there was a faint smell of blood. She looked towards the bathroom, frowning. Did Frederick get into a fight with someone so late at night?
Charlotte wasn't stupid; she immediately connected it to Ethan's unusual behavior tonight and guessed that the person was Ethan. She gently put down the shirt and lay back on the bed.
When Frederick came out, he was wearing a black bathrobe, his body still damp. He hugged Charlotte from behind, one hand holding her head as he kissed her. The position was not comfortable for her neck, but perhaps out of guilt, Charlotte was particularly docile, letting him kiss her. She felt that he wasn't in a good mood.
Just as things were heating up, Frederick pinned Charlotte beneath him, his blue eyes looking at her. He didn't do anything; he just stared at her.
Charlotte, mesmerized by his handsome features, reached out with her slender fingers to trace his high nose and sexy chin. Blushing, she softly said, "Frederick, you're really good-looking."
Charlotte arched her body slightly, leaned in, and kissed his lips lightly, a brief touch that was particularly enticing.
Frederick lowered his head to kiss her gently. After kissing for a long time, he lay down and pulled her into his arms, sighing softly. "Let's sleep."
Charlotte nestled against his shoulder, one hand around his waist, closing her eyes. Frederick, however, watched her in the dark for a long time. She was naturally beautiful, her features delicate without makeup. No wonder Ethan couldn't let it go; if it were him, he might not be able to give her up so easily either.
Early in the morning, Charlotte woke up. She was the only one in bed, but there was a long-stemmed white rose on the pillow next to her, with fresh dew on the petals. Charlotte looked at it with delight. She turned over, picked up the flower, smelled it, and rolled around on the bed with it.
Charlotte's face was red, thinking about last night's events. Although it was her first time and she had never been intimate with another man, she instinctively felt that Frederick was quite skilled at it and had a higher-than-average need. After doing it twice last night, he hadn't even needed to rest and wanted to continue.
Charlotte was a mature woman. She didn't consider being intimate with a man a burden; on the contrary, she enjoyed it very much. At that moment, she heard a faint sound outside, followed by a knock on the door. Jessica's enthusiastic voice came through. "Miss Russell, Mr. Hawkins sent you a gift. Come and see."
Charlotte lightly bit her lip. Frederick sent her a gift?
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