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?

that was all there was to it. Almost immediately, he retracted his gaze and resumed clicking away on his keyboard. It was as if

Charlotte's cheeks quelled by half. However, she could still feel her heart

had no choice

an hour later when the tedious trip finally

residential district. Cole, who was in the passenger seat, turned around

we're here," he

firm nod and shut his laptop. He turned

in the cabin was interspersed with the even

soothe Shane's furrowed eyebrows, which were scrunched up due to

stirred from

felt pins and needles in

reached down to massage her legs. It took her a few seconds to recover from her daze and

had vanished from where she had laid

the door and alighted the car. Just as she was about to yell for Sheryl at the

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

Mr. Handsome said you were too tired and we should let you rest a little

obediently and took Charlotte's hand

don't be mad." Her arch tone of voice prodded Charlotte's heart and, in

She found herself staring right into those deep, enigmatic