Chapter 9: Women Are Made of Water
Frederick's eyes darkened as he pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning down to kiss her collarbone, gently nibbling. Charlotte let out a soft moan, her fragmented sighs escaping her lips, making her almost too embarrassed to look at him.
Suddenly, his warm lips moved to her chest. He hesitated for a moment before enveloping her hardened nipple with his mouth. Charlotte instinctively let out a sharp cry, her body arching up as if to meet him.
The pleasure came in waves, each one more intense than the last. Charlotte felt as if an electric current was running through her body. She trembled, moaning, her core continuously secreting love fluids.
"Women really are made of water," Frederick teased, parting her thighs and feeling the wetness, unable to resist a quip.
He was incredibly skilled at arousing her, his expert teasing driving Charlotte nearly insane. Despite having drunk, he was keenly aware of her every reaction, watching her face flush with desire.
However, Charlotte didn't get the release she was expecting. Her eyes were hazy, her lips slightly parted, and she asked in a raspy voice, "Frederick, what's wrong?"
The lust in Frederick's eyes faded. He stepped back, restraining his desire, and said coldly, "Ms. Russell, I've had a few drinks and lost my composure."
Charlotte's face turned pale with embarrassment. She knew he was deliberately keeping his distance because he didn't want to help her with her father's lawsuit.
Frederick reached out to adjust her dress and button it up.
"I can do it myself," Charlotte said, her voice trembling.
He apologized again. To make it up to her, he personally called Michael to explain Charlotte's father's situation.
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Frederick said to Charlotte, "Aside from representing you in court, you can ask for anything else."
Charlotte knew this would probably be the last time they saw each other. He had made up his mind to draw a clear line between them.
Feigning nonchalance, she said, "It's just a fling. I didn't lose anything. Mr. Hawkins, I should thank you for your help."
Charlotte wanted to cry, but she refused to do so in front of him. They weren't even friends, so there was no point in being sentimental.
She said goodbye and mentioned she would take a cab home. Frederick didn't say anything, continuing to sit there smoking, his eyes unreadable.
Charlotte left. She didn't go home immediately, not wanting to face Maria's disappointed gaze so soon.
Wandering, she found herself at a small park by the roadside. Couples were embracing in the park. She sat quietly, the night wind making her eyes moist.
Just then, a luxury car drove past her. Frederick, inside the car, recognized Charlotte immediately but didn't stop. Instead, he sped up and drove away.
When she got home, Maria greeted her with a worried look. "Charlotte, where were you last night? I was so worried because you didn't come home."
Charlotte forced a smile and said, "I stayed at Lily's place and forgot to tell you. I'm sorry."
In the afternoon, the doorbell rang suddenly. Maria opened the door to find a package from Frederick.
She brought the package to Charlotte's bedroom and knocked gently. "Charlotte, you have a package."
Charlotte opened the beautifully wrapped box to find an expensive diamond necklace inside.
Charlotte didn't want it, but the package didn't include Frederick's contact information. She understood he didn't want to see her again.
After calming down, Charlotte went to Frederick's law firm and left the velvet box at the front desk, asking the receptionist to pass it on to Frederick.
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