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 eat

vanished without a trace. She joyfully picked up the menu and started flipping

ordered a cup of

talk,

memory for beautiful women, so he was quick to

way this

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

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

coloured skin. His presence always

suddenly appeared in front of her. She

must be kidding! This woman

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

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

to recall." As Braden

sported a white pompom skirt that highlighted her bubbly face. Her

was simply

the daughter of this

little girl?" he

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

Anne nodded in agreement.

caught

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

"Mr. Collins."

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