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

the

core, she unwittingly raised her head and looked toward the

was

to teach her a lesson after finding out about

then Shane Fuller had to be the very epitome of ruthlessness, to

sofa at Charlotte's place was 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 was barely enough leg

seeing this somewhat comical scene, Charlotte

tossed a

face immediately vanished. She changed out of her flats

this time, the babysitter had already gone home,

are

could say anything, Sheryl came running out of her room with enthusiasm. She hugged a thick photo album to her chest as she scuttled toward Shane, taking no notice of the

reproached with a hint of

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

you invited him?" Charlotte couldn't

me to the amusement park, so it's only right for me to treat him to dinner. Isn't this the practice of

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

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

on Charlotte's face and felt overcome with joy, such

"You came back just in time. I'm