Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"Hello?"

Without so much as a glance at the caller ID, Charlotte picked up the ringing phone from her desk and brought it to her ear.

"Lottie, Sheryl and I are in the restaurant right downstairs from your office building. Quick, come join us." It was Anne.

'T m sorry, Anne, but I'm still working on something right now."

"But it's already the weekend, plus it's time for lunch! No amount of work calls for starving yourself. Besides, Sheryl misses you a lot," Anne said in protest.

'The weekend?' Charlotte blinked.

Her fingers paused mid-action and the pen she was twirling swiftly landed on her desk.

Subconsciously, her eyes darted to scan her desk calendar. To her surprise, it was, in fact, already the weekend. However, this was nothing out of the norm; it was easy for Charlotte to lose track of time once she got her hands on work.

She was currently revising the design drafts for the bidding of the opera house in the Eastern District. Though the bidding was to take place three weeks from the day of the notice, the company only permitted her two weeks to finalize the drafts for the presentation.

One week had now passed, yet she was still unsatisfied with the drafts.

She knew that this project was not only a test given to her by the company, but also a chance for her to prove her abilities to the rest.

It had been a few days since she started working overtime and spending the night at the company. Because of this, she had specifically asked Anne to look over Sheryl.

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Charlotte briefly cleared her desktop and picked up her bag, ready to head downstairs.

be here soon. Why don't you take a look at the menu

on little Sheryl's face vanished without a trace. She joyfully picked up the

ordered a cup

talk, Braden spotted them from

had always had this extraordinarily retentive memory for beautiful women, so he was quick

in my way this time around,

to his feet, adjusted his collar, and strode over with his

we were meant to meet again," Braden announced with a pompous smirk stretched across

City. He had dandy facial features accented by his firm, wheat- coloured skin. His presence always declared a sense of subtle daredevilry. Countless

was resistant to the charisma of the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked at him in

grew rigid. 'You must

Braden Collins, the man with a never-ending queue of admirers flocking behind him!

out an empty chair from under the table and

you ought to take a moment to recall." As Braden

a white pompom skirt that highlighted her bubbly face. Her

was simply

this

he asked,

remarked with pouty

Anne nodded in agreement.

a hurry, she caught

in her tracks but noticed Braden didn't seem like he was planning to leave anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and she immediately realized what tricks Braden had

"Mr. Collins."

leaped off her chair in excitement and dove into her