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?

Shane glanced over at her. However, that was all there was to it. Almost immediately, he retracted his gaze and resumed clicking away on his keyboard. It was as

that Shane was unaltered, the blood pooling in Charlotte's cheeks quelled by half. However, she could still feel her heart thumping in her

similar occurrence, she had no choice but to turn

hour later when the tedious trip finally came

slowed to a stop in front of Charlotte's residential district. Cole, who was in the

here," he

shut his laptop. He turned to look

cabin was interspersed with the even breathing of

breathing seemed to soothe Shane's furrowed eyebrows, which were scrunched up due to the stress

an indeterminable period, Charlotte stirred from a

felt pins and

massage her legs. It took her a few seconds

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,

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

and we should let you rest a little longer. That's why I didn't wake

girl stood up obediently and took Charlotte's hand

be mad." Her arch tone of voice prodded Charlotte's heart and, in no time, the roaring fury within her heart was extinguished like it

found herself staring