Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

It was 11 o'clock at night.

Charlotte didn't feel the slightest bit lethargic as she rolled around in bed. The image of Sheryl having fun with Shane earlier during the day kept resurfacing in her mind.

Sheryl's pure smile reflected so much happiness. It was evident that she was having such a good time.

As she looked back on this, Charlotte felt a little rueful.

She knew for a fact that Sheryl had always longed for fatherly love. Still, she never mentioned wanting a father as she was worried about hurting her mother's heart. Even when other children teased her, she would silently put up with it alone.

Sheryl' s obedience and pragmatism only made Charlotte feel more ashamed of herself as a mother.

"Beep beep!"

The phone she had put aside buzzed. The notification immediately pulled Charlotte back to her senses. Wiping away her tears, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was a message from Anne.

'Lottie, are you asleep?'

'Nope. What's the matter?" Charlotte replied.

'How was the day with Shane? From what I can see, Sheryl likes him an awful lot.'

'Yeah, she does. She told me today that she likes him very much.'

Once this message was out, it took a long while before a new message came in.

resemblance to Shane? Especially those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look exactly like Shane's. Say, do you think he could be...' Upon

already noticed their alikeness

could

typed in a

perhaps completely impossible. How

'You're right. Shane Fuller is known for his tendency to steer clear of

there are literally no

let out a giggle when she read the message. To think Shane was

was about to put down her phone,

read

short description, adding that

for serious

always been in tip-top condition. Why did he suddenly

issue, the more uneasiness she felt lodged in her throat. She no longer had the cognitive capacity to

taxi and

ran up to the nurses' station just in time to catch a young nurse on her

I know which room Timothy Emerson is

VIP ward, she looked at Charlotte

had ordered that no ordinary person was to enter and

"I'm his..."

mentioned that Mr. Emerson is doing