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?

it. Almost immediately,

unaltered, the blood pooling in Charlotte's cheeks quelled by half. However, she could still

no choice but to turn the other side

half an hour later when the tedious trip finally came to

front of Charlotte's residential district. Cole, who was in the passenger seat, turned

we're here," he

his laptop. He turned to

in the cabin was interspersed

seemed to soothe Shane's furrowed eyebrows,

an indeterminable period, Charlotte stirred from a sensation

and needles

seconds

vanished from where she had laid

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 and Sheryl sitting at a bench not too far

sprinted over with worry coating every inch of her face. She chastised with a hint of anger,

tired and we should let you rest a little

up obediently and took Charlotte's hand on

voice prodded Charlotte's heart and, in no time, the roaring fury within

raised her head and locked eyes with Shane. She found herself