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

that she was going to see her mother soon, the 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

ordered a cup of mocha, her mother's

Anne and Sheryl engaged in chirpy small talk, Braden spotted them from not too far

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

in my way this time around, right?' Braden crossed his

adjusted his collar, and strode over with his long

in fate, but it looks like we were meant to meet

Collins was a man 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 women

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

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

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

he swiftly pulled out an empty chair from

take a moment to recall." As Braden unbuttoned his

face. Her lips parted and met repeatedly like

was simply too

can't be the daughter of this

he

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

Anne nodded in agreement.

in a hurry, she caught sight of Braden sitting down at

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

"Mr. Collins."

she saw Charlotte. She leaped off her chair in