Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Chapter 32

"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 the

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

a cup of mocha,

Anne and Sheryl engaged in chirpy small talk, Braden

for beautiful women, so he

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

his feet, adjusted his collar,

fate, but it looks like we were meant to meet

wheat- coloured skin. His presence always declared a sense

of the man who suddenly appeared in

must be

with a never-ending queue

an empty chair from

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

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

was simply too

of this

girl?" he asked,

with pouty lips, peeping

Anne nodded in agreement.

she caught sight

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

"Mr. Collins."

leaped off her

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