Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

'Private matters?' Charlotte wondered.

Charlotte stared at Shane, puzzled. "Mr. Fuller, what private matters could there be between us?"

They had only crossed paths as many times as one could count on their fingers, and it wasn't like they spoke much during those occasions. How could there possibly be private matters between the two?

"It seems you don't plan to thank me for helping you at the Emersons' banquet. Perhaps Ms. Emerson isn't quite as educated as I'd hoped."

"You..." Charlotte stumbled backward in astonishment from Shane's effortless disclosure of her identity. However, he grasped her wrist firmly.

Shane narrowed his eyes at her. Still latched onto her wrist, he marched out of the building and stopped in front of his car. In one swift movement, he pulled the door open and stuffed her in.

Then, he walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver's seat, immediately starting the engine.

The duo was all alone in that narrow space. Charlotte felt her breathing grow heavy and she couldn't help but clutch her seatbelt tightly.

She had no idea what Shane was going to do next.

"Where do you live?"

"Flowerbed Residence."

chastised herself in

come to her senses, they had arrived at the entrance of

"We're here. Get off."

did send her

what happened, she alighted the

out, he leaned his back against the car with his long legs crossed. It looked

well-renowned designer abroad. What brings you to my humble organization over the Emerson Corporation?" Calmly, he raised his eyebrows slightly

been chased out of the Emerson Corporation a long time ago?" Charlotte continued, "Anyway, NC was

about your return or what you're planning to do next. There's only

"What is it?"

father to your

hired a private investigator to look into Charlotte. He was able to gather information about her since her birth, but they were unable to uncover anything about the father of her daughter,

at the back of his mind vaguely remarked that things

passed," Charlotte replied