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.

you take a look at

soon, the gloomy expression on little Sheryl's face vanished without a trace. She joyfully picked

a cup of mocha, her

in chirpy small talk, Braden spotted them from not too far

memory for beautiful women, so he was quick

in my way this time

his collar, and strode over with his

we were meant to meet

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

suddenly appeared in front

grew rigid. 'You must be kidding! This woman actually forgot

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

alarm, he swiftly pulled out an empty chair from under the table and

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

skirt that highlighted her bubbly face. Her lips parted and met

simply

of this lady, can she?' Braden mused in

little girl?" he asked, pointing at

Sheryl remarked with pouty lips, peeping at

Anne nodded in agreement.

Charlotte arrived in a hurry, she caught

seem like he was planning to leave anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and she

"Mr. Collins."

Charlotte. She leaped off her chair in excitement and dove into her mother's