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 if

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

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

hour later when the tedious trip finally came to an

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

we're here,"

this, Shane returned a firm nod and shut his laptop. He turned to look at the mother-daughter pair who were

in the cabin was interspersed with the even breathing of the

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

an indeterminable period, Charlotte stirred from a sensation of

and needles in

her a few seconds to recover from her

vanished from where she had laid in

car. Just as she was about to yell for Sheryl at the top of

inch of her face. She chastised with a hint of

too tired and we should let you rest a little longer.

and took Charlotte's hand

in no time, the roaring fury

eyes with Shane. She found herself staring right into