Chapter 89 You Are My Morning Dew
Charlotte couldn't wait to see it. With her golden hair flowing, she ran outside barefoot.
Jessica smiled. "Put on your shoes, quick. Mr. Hawkins will worry."
But Charlotte didn't care. She was mesmerized by the grand piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Frederick had sent it, and it was worth a cool $20 million. It had history—royalty had played it. Legend said an emperor once did. It was called "Morning Dew."
Charlotte caressed it lovingly.
A red rose sat on the piano lid, and she suddenly remembered Frederick holding her last night, whispering, "You are my morning dew."
Her face turned slightly red, feeling a bit romantic.
Jessica, happy to see her like this, eagerly said, "Miss Russell, could you play a piece for me?"
Charlotte softly agreed. She sat down, lifted the piano lid, and her slender fingers danced on the black and white keys.
She played "Moonlight Sonata."
Jessica didn't know much about art, but she thought Charlotte played beautifully, especially in her vintage lace nightgown and with her waist-length golden hair, which was fluffy and voluminous.
Sitting there, she looked like a painting, indescribably beautiful.
Jessica thought, 'Frederick is really lucky!'
Charlotte finished the piece. She touched the warm keys, unable to let go.
The phone in the bedroom rang; it was Frederick. Jessica tactfully stepped aside.
Charlotte picked up the phone.
"Did you get the gift?" Frederick asked with a faint smile.
For some reason, Charlotte blushed at his voice. She gently bit her red lip. "It's too expensive."
"As long as you like it. Do you like it, Charlotte?"
Charlotte answered honestly, "I like it. Really. Thank you, Frederick."
There was silence on the other end for a long time. Just as Charlotte was getting anxious, Frederick's slightly hoarse voice came through. "I'll be waiting for your thanks tonight."
Charlotte wasn't naive; she knew what he meant.
Still inexperienced, she couldn't bring herself to talk about this with him, especially with Jessica still in the house.
She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window and softly said, "Frederick, I want to change the interior decor style."
She knew she was being a bit spoiled, but at her age, girls should be pampered by men, and she could sense Frederick's willingness to indulge her.
As expected, Frederick agreed.
Charlotte was particularly happy. At that moment, she wished she could be by his side; if she were, she would definitely kiss him.
Obviously, Frederick had the same thought. His voice was even hoarser when he spoke again, "I have a meeting soon. We'll talk tonight."
Charlotte nodded obediently.
She hung up the phone and couldn't help but touch the piano again. At this moment, Charlotte was immersed in immense joy and didn't think about how she would take the piano with her if she ever had to leave.
Her feelings were pure, forgetting that such extreme pampering was a way for powerful men to keep women. When men liked them, they would be treated like queens, but when their men no longer did, they would leave quickly.
Left behind would be the spoiled ones.
Jessica had set up breakfast.
She cheerfully said, "Miss Russell, the installation guys said some emperor played this piano."
Charlotte chuckled. She stroked the piano's shiny black lacquer and softly said, "Yes. I know."
Charlotte went back to the bedroom to wash up and changed into a new outfit before coming out for breakfast. Jessica handed her a business card. "By the way, Ms. Garcia left this card early this morning, saying she wants to invite you to dinner."
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