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.

soon. Why don't you take a look at the

picked up the menu and started flipping through. She then proceeded to order a

also thoughtfully ordered a cup of

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

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

in my way this

feet, adjusted his collar, and strode over

but it looks like we were meant to meet again," Braden announced

by his firm, wheat- coloured skin.

was resistant to the charisma of the man who suddenly appeared in front

'You must be kidding!

the famous Braden Collins, the man with a never-ending queue of admirers

alarm, he swiftly pulled out an empty

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

bubbly face. Her lips parted and met repeatedly like a cute

simply too

of this lady, can

little girl?" he

with pouty lips, peeping

Anne nodded in agreement.

caught sight of Braden sitting

anytime soon. She looked over to Anne and she immediately realized what tricks Braden had up his

"Mr. Collins."

as she saw Charlotte. She leaped off her chair in