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

gloomy expression on little Sheryl's face vanished without a trace. She joyfully picked up the menu and started flipping through. She then proceeded to order a glass of fruit juice to go with

ordered a cup of

in chirpy small talk, Braden

extraordinarily retentive memory for beautiful women, so he was quick to recognize Anne at first

can't be anything in my way this time around,

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

to meet again," Braden announced with a pompous smirk stretched

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

Anne was resistant to the charisma of the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. She

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

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

Anne's alarm, he swiftly pulled out an empty chair from under the table and sat himself

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

highlighted her bubbly face. Her lips parted and met

simply too

she can't be the daughter of this lady, can she?' Braden mused

this little girl?" he asked, pointing at

with

Anne nodded in agreement.

a hurry, she caught sight of Braden sitting

anytime soon. She looked over to

"Mr. Collins."

she saw Charlotte. She leaped off her chair in excitement and dove into