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.

at the menu and decide what you'd like to

picked up the menu and

also thoughtfully ordered a cup

talk, Braden spotted them

retentive memory for beautiful women, so he was quick to

this time around,

his feet, adjusted his collar, and

to meet again," Braden announced with a

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

suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked at him in

rigid. 'You must

all, he was the famous Braden Collins, the man with a never-ending queue of admirers flocking behind

swiftly pulled out an empty chair from under the table and sat himself

to take a moment to recall." As Braden unbuttoned his

her bubbly face. Her lips parted and met

was simply

of this

he asked, pointing at

Sheryl remarked with pouty lips,

Anne nodded in agreement.

hurry, she caught sight of Braden sitting down at

planning to leave anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and she immediately realized

"Mr. Collins."

leaped off her chair