Chapter 30

Charlotte stumbled into Frederick's fiery embrace, suddenly reálizing just how hot he was.

Without a second thought, she pressed the back o her hand to his forehead.

"You're burning up."

The intense heat made it obvious that Frederick had a fever, no thermometer needed.

"Yeah."

Frederick mumbled, but his grip on Charlotte tightened, like he was scared she'd vanish if he let go.

"Let go, I need to call a doctor."

Charlotte tried to get up.

She figured his fever was probably from an infection in his wound. If that was the case, he needed antibiotics, and she couldn't just guess and hope for the best.

"No, don't leave me." Frederick clung to her.

"You!" Charlotte tried to push herself up, but her hand landed on broken glass. The sharp shards cut into her palm, making her fall back into Frederick's arms in pain. She lifted her hand, blood streaming from the cut.

Biting back the pain, she pulled out the glass, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This is all your fault! Now I'm hurt too!"

Even though her injury was minor compared to Frederick's, the pain was intense.

Frederick, his mind foggy from alcohol, saw the blood through his blurry vision.

He grabbed her hand and put the wound in his mouth.

"Hey! What are you doing? Spit it out!"

Charlotte was shocked, then her face turned bright red.

Frederick wasn't just holding her hand in his mouth, he was licking it,making the whole thing feel incredibly suggestive.

He let go of her hand, inspected it, and, seeing no more blood, proudly showed it to her.

"See, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Frederick said, flashing a sincere,childlike smile.

Charlotte was taken aback. She'd never seen this side of Frederick.Was this what he was like when he was drunk? Hislimpswere still stained with her blood, and he smiled so brightly,looking like a mix of devil and angel, with a captivating beauty. Faced with such a harmless Frederick, Charlotte's heart melted. She ruffled his hair and said, "Thanks, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Now it's your turn."

Frederick obediently showed her his nasty wound, like he expected her to treat him the same way.

She sighed deeply.

She couldn't stay mad at this version of Frederick, but she wasn't going to let him keep up his nonsense.

Charlotte pulled the medical kit closer. Still in his embrace, she gently cleaned his wounds with iodine and wrapped his hand in bandages,making it look like a mummy's.

She looked at her "handiwork" and couldn't help but laugh.

Feeling wronged, Frederick leaned closeto her ear,seeking comfort.

Charlotte turned her head slightly and said, "Let's get up,the floor's freezing."

Despite the day's chaos, her tone softened when she faced the drunken Frederick.

"No,I want a kiss."

His mind was still hazy, his eyes locked on her lips.

As Frederick leaned in, Charlotte put a finger to his lips. Her eyes held a stubbornness she didn't even realize."Frederick, look at me. Do you know who I am?"Charlotte felt a bit anxious.

She hadn't expected Frederick to trust her so much when drunk,but she feared he might mistake her for someone else, which would explain his gentleness.

Frederick looked at her face seriously.

His eyes sparkled like stars and galaxies, so bright and clear.

"You're Charlotte,my wife."

Frederick said with certainty, his slow speech carrying a reassuring strength.

Charlotte sudIdenly felt a lump in her throat.

Even in his drunken state, Frederick could recognize her. Did this mean she still held a place in his heart?

If so, why had they ended up like this?

Feeling a pang of sorrow, Charlotte gently caressed his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Frederick didn't hesitate, using his left hand to cradle her head and deepen the kiss.

Their breaths mingled; their bodies pressed together; their breathing grew erratic.

Frederick wasn't satisfied with just kissing.

His hot lips moved downward, his actions gentle, like a devout believer worshipping Charlotte's body. Charlotte couldn't bear it either,letting out unconscious moans.

The sounds even encouraged Frederick, making him explore more.

When his tongue began teasing her nipples, Charlotte finally regained some sense.

"Not here, it's dangerous."

Charlotte's breath was ragged, her voice huskier than usual.

Frederick, obedient, lifted her with one arm, careful to avoid the broken glass.

He didn't bother going upstairs, relying on his memory to find the nearest guest room. He kicked the door open and tumbled them both onto the bed.

Frederick wanted to continue, but Charlotte hesitated.

She re-fastened her bra and, like soothing a child, said,"You're dirty,go take a shower."

"No."

Frederick'shands roamed her body restlessly.

"No shower, no bed," Charlotte's tone grew firmer.

She planned to leave while Frederick was in the shower,but Frederick seemed to read her mind. Though he obediently stood up, he still held her hand. "You help me." "Can't you shower by yourself?" Charlotte raised her voice. "My hand can't move." Frederick lifted his bandaged right hand, sounding a bit aggrieved.

Charlotte finally understood the saying: a consequence of one's own actions.

She had wrapped his hand so poorly out of spite, and now it was causing her trouble.

Charlotte, with a sense of resignation, followed him into the bathroom. "I'll help you undress, you can wash yourself with one hand."

Frederick's long, thick eyelashes fluttered, then he nodded, a fleeting sparkle in his eyes.