Chapter 8: Missing That Person

Sunlight streamed through the infusion room window as Charlotte slowly opened her eyes, her mind gradually clearing. She noticed a soft blanket covering her and the room was so quiet she could only hear the drip of the IV. Glancing around, she saw Frederick at the door, talking on the phone. His voice was low but firm.

Charlotte watched him quietly. The other women in the room were also staring at him, their gazes quite obvious.

Frederick looked up and saw that Charlotte was awake. He quickly ended the call and walked over.

"You're awake? How are you feeling?" Frederick asked, concerned.

Charlotte blushed, caught staring. "I'm much better, just a bit tired."

Frederick nodded. "Once the IV is done, I'll take you home."

Charlotte felt bad about troubling him, but Frederick was insistent.

Half an hour later, they left the hospital. Frederick opened the car door and helped Charlotte into the passenger seat. He walked around to the driver's side, but just as he was about to start the car, his phone buzzed. Frederick glanced at it and sighed, "I need to stop by my apartment to pick up a fax. I'll take you home after that."

Charlotte hesitated. She knew what it meant for a woman to go to a single man's apartment, but she didn't say anything, which was as good as agreeing.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of an apartment in a prime area of Syeattel. Frederick's place spanned around 2,000 square feet and was lavishly decorated. The custom furniture and exquisite decor clearly reflected the owner's refined taste and elevated status.

Frederick pointed to the living room sofa, indicating that Charlotte should rest there, and then went to his study. He received the fax and made a call to Lucy to give some instructions.

After finishing his work, Frederick was about to take Charlotte home when his phone rang again. Hearing the unique ringtone, his expression changed slightly. After a long moment, he hung up. The person on the other end didn't call back, seemingly quite proud.

Frederick's mood soured. He grabbed a bottle of strong liquor from the bar. After two glasses, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly looking out at the night.

Charlotte, waiting outside, initially heard the sound of the fax machine, but after Frederick's phone rang, it went silent. Worried, she gently pushed open the study door.

Frederick had his back to her. Charlotte couldn't see his face, but his silhouette was filled with loneliness. Her intuition told her that Frederick had someone in his heart and was thinking about that person.

She didn't want to disturb him and quietly tried to leave.

"Stop!" Frederick's slightly hoarse voice came from behind her.

Charlotte froze, and then she felt herself being gently embraced.

Today, Charlotte was wearing a loose dress, her collarbone looking both elegant and sexy. Frederick's gaze became heated, and he lightly nibbled on her delicate neck, his hot breath on her ear. He slowly unzipped her dress, the straps slipping off, revealing her fair skin and delicate lingerie.

His hand instinctively grasped her breast, gently kneading, feeling her body tremble.

A voice in Charlotte's mind told her that Frederick's emotions were unstable, and even if they slept together, he might not acknowledge it afterward. But her limbs were weak, and she couldn't resist Frederick's passion.

In front of the luxurious apartment's floor-to-ceiling window, Charlotte's slender wrists were held high, and she was pressed firmly against the glass. He stripped off her clothes, her glowing skin shining enticingly under the light.