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 and decide what you'd like

She joyfully picked up the menu and

cup of

engaged in chirpy small talk, Braden spotted them

for beautiful women, so he was

can't be anything in my way this time around, right?' Braden crossed

his feet, adjusted his collar, and

but it looks like we were meant to meet again," Braden announced with a pompous

firm, wheat- coloured skin. His

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

smile on Braden's face grew rigid. 'You must

Braden Collins, the man with a never-ending queue of admirers flocking behind him! Yet, this woman had completely forgotten

an empty chair from under the table and sat

to take a moment to recall." As Braden unbuttoned his suit, his gaze fell

a white pompom skirt that highlighted her bubbly face. Her lips parted and met repeatedly like a

was simply

be the daughter of this lady, can she?' Braden mused in

little girl?" he asked, pointing at

so rude," Sheryl remarked with pouty lips, peeping at the egomaniac

Anne nodded in agreement.

a hurry, she caught sight of Braden

her tracks but noticed Braden didn't seem like he was planning to leave anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and

"Mr. Collins."

leaped off her