Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Illuminated by the soft glow of the street lamps, the man's angular features looked the epitome of irresistible charm. His enchanting voice could seemingly suck the soul out of a living person, such that Charlotte was planted in a daze.

When she came back to her senses, Charlotte couldn't help but blush.

It was a relief that the darkness of the night masked her emotions faultlessly.

"I will give my best to live up to the trust you and the others put on me." Charlotte's mind was a blank sheet. She pulled out a random remark as a hasty reply and scurried into the residential area. She even forgot to thank him.

As Shane watched her figure shrink into the distance, a smile crept onto his unknowing face, fending off his usual indifference.

However, immediately after, a hint of coldness flitted across his irises. If he was not mistaken, Charlotte still hadn't cut ties with the Emerson family on that fateful night five years ago.

Suspiciously, Charlotte's birthday fell on the same, exact day as Yuliana's.

Regarding this, there had to be something he was still oblivious to.

Very soon, the day passed.

Once again, Charlotte arrived in front of the president's office with a stack of documents in her arms. Just as she was about to knock on the door, the secretary, Jace Dellamore, walked over with the same service smile she was previously greeted with.

Emerson, the president isn't in right now. You may leave the documents in my care." As she spoke, Jace reached out with open palms to retrieve the documents from

before her eyes in such a calm and unruffled manner, Charlotte returned an even sweeter

your offer," Charlotte began, lowering her head to flip through the documents in her arms. "However, I think I'll just wait for Mr. Fuller here. Although these materials are no top secret, it'll still take

raised her head and met Jace's

profound gaze, her cheeks turned red from guilt. Could it be that Charlotte had pieced

secretary, so what could an insignificant

a little taller. "Haha, Ms. Emerson, what could possibly happen if you were to leave them in my

with the documents in her arms as though she was not planning to

learned

little cross. "What is

before a stony look took

tame the anger coursing through her veins. Why did she have to work overtime and experience being locked up in the office building?

you gave the false orders. If I were to tell Mr. Fuller

Jace's face. "How, how did

"You'll be fired."

dispassionate voice interrupted their conversation. The

with long strides. Right by his heels was his personal

abstruse, glacial gaze landed on