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?

was to it. Almost immediately,

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

occurrence, she had no choice but to turn the other side and stare out

hour later when

district. Cole, who was in the passenger seat,

here," he

a firm nod and shut his laptop. He turned to look at the

cabin was interspersed with

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

indeterminable period, Charlotte stirred from a sensation of

and needles in her

her a few seconds to recover from her daze and she immediately flew into a

vanished from where she had laid in

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 from

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

tired and we should let you rest a little longer. That's

stood up obediently and took

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

found herself staring right into those deep, enigmatic irises