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.

You may leave the documents in my care." As she spoke, Jace reached out with open palms to retrieve

seamless acting unfold before her eyes in such a

arms. "However, I think I'll just wait for Mr. Fuller here. Although these materials are no top secret, it'll still take some time to reorganize these

raised her head and met Jace's

cheeks turned red from guilt. Could it be that Charlotte had pieced something

composure. She was the president's secretary, so what could an insignificant nobody

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

documents

had learned a

Jace seemed a little cross. "What is it? Does Ms. Emerson

a couple of seconds before a stony look took over her face. "That's right,

was put through the night before, she struggled to tame the anger coursing through her veins. Why did she have to work overtime and experience being locked up in the office building? She hadn't

the false orders. If I were to tell Mr. Fuller about this

drained from Jace's face.

"You'll be fired."

interrupted their conversation. The two immediately snapped their heads

strides. Right by his heels was his

abstruse, glacial