Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

The journey back to Flowerbed Residence was smooth and the car traveled swiftly toward their destination. Inside the cabin, the only sound that bounced off the windows was Shane's rhythmic typing on his keyboard. A car ride was not an excuse for him to put aside work-related matters.

However, it was the fact that he had his head buried in his laptop that gradually loosened Charlotte up.

She had expected Shane to start bombarding her with questions she could not explain like he had the last time around.

However, Shane was visibly too preoccupied with work to speak to her at all.

Clearly, she was overthinking things.

Despite her efforts to tear her eyes off of him, Charlotte kept catching herself staring at Shane.

His Roman nose paired with his thin lips gave the illusion that his face was deftly sculpted to exude the exclusive allure he had.

Her gaze then dropped to the set of long, slender fingers tapping diligently against the keyboard.

"You play the piano, don't you?" Charlotte blurted without so much as a second thought.

Once the words left her lips, she instantly clasped her hand over her mouth and she could feel her face heat up.

Peeping at him was one thing, but why did she expose herself?

Almost immediately, he retracted his gaze and resumed clicking away on his keyboard. It was as if nothing had

quelled by half. However, she could

a desperate attempt to prevent a similar occurrence, she had no choice but to turn the other side

until half an hour later when the tedious trip finally came to an

in front of Charlotte's residential district. Cole,

here,"

He turned to look at the mother-daughter pair who were

interspersed with the even breathing of

of their paced breathing seemed to soothe Shane's furrowed eyebrows, which were scrunched

period, Charlotte stirred from a sensation of

felt pins and needles in her

to massage her legs. It took her a few seconds to recover from

from where she

a state of agitation, Charlotte swung open the door and alighted the car. Just as she was about to yell for Sheryl at the top of her lungs, she caught sight of Shane

inch of her face. She chastised with a hint of

said you were too tired and we should let you rest a little longer. That's why

and took

arch tone of voice prodded Charlotte's heart and, in no time,

raised her head and locked eyes with Shane. She found herself staring right into those deep, enigmatic irises of