Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"If you are truly thankful, just call me by my name," Christopher replied with a smile. ""Mr.

Gibson' makes me sound so old."

Despite the humour in his tone, Charlotte was a little hesitant. He was not just anybody, he was her superior!

Still, when she met those gentle eyes of his, she realized she didn't seem to have a valid reason to refuse. After all, he had always had her back.

With that thought, she nodded and smiled at last. "Alright, Mr. Gibson. No, I mean, Christopher." She couldn't help but blush.

Christopher observed every bit of the rosiness on Charlotte's flushed cheeks.

He then looked at his wristwatch and said, "If s getting late. I'll send you home."

In no time, Shane caught wind of their failure at securing the bid.

At that time, Shane was handling an urgent document at the Fuller Group. The moment he heard the news, his writing hand halted mid-action and he raised his head to look at Cole with an unfathomable expression on his face.

His tone was the same old icy coldness. "Have you heard back about what I asked you to do?"

This took Cole by surprise. Fortunately, he managed to react before Shane grew furious and replied dutifully, "The report will be out by tomorrow."

"I want to see it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning," Shane demanded flatly as he lowered his gaze at his watch. He rose from his seat, grabbed his coat, and swiftly walked out.

Charlotte hauled her frazzled

thing that welcomed her was the sight of a

head and looked toward the

why was Shane

was here to teach her a lesson

to be the very epitome of ruthlessness, to

rather narrow and puny in size. The only way for Shane to fit was by sitting rigidly with his back flexed, like a massive iceberg. In fact, there

this somewhat comical scene, Charlotte couldn't help but burst out

looked up and tossed a hostile

vanished. She changed out of her flats and stepped into

already gone home, but

These are

thick photo album to her

a hint of jealousy

Sheryl leaped off the sofa gleefully and dashed toward her. She tugged at the corner of Charlotte's shirt and giggled, "Mommy, I

that you invited

right for me to treat him to dinner. Isn't this the practice of reciprocity

matters, Charlotte was at a loss. She didn't know if she was to be

the recipient of this act of reciprocity. Shane, the person she swore to shun at all

felt overcome with joy, such that the corners of his mouth curled inadvertently

interrupted her sulking, "You