Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"Really?" Hearing Sheryl's remark, a faint smile formed on his thin lips. He then gently reached out his pinky and said, "That makes us good friends."

"Uh-huh!" Sherly extended her little pinky and hooked it with Shane's, and the two made a pinky promise.

"Pinky promise. Sheryl and Mr. Handsome are the best of friends."

It was a once-in-a-blue-moon experience to see this jolly, childish side of Shane. Charlotte was too flabbergasted for jealousy and, instead, she let out a series of giggles.

Sheryl turned to look at her and said, "Mommy, come over here! Let's all make a pinky promise together. Promise that we'll all be best friends."

"No thanks," Charlotte rejected her offer with a slight grin and stuck out her tongue playfully. She then turned and walked into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Mischief was not something one would see on Charlotte when she was in the office. At once, the tenderness on Shane's face grew more and more apparent, but he was so caught up in the moment that he failed to notice such changes in himself.

Charlotte opened the refrigerator door only to find that it was almost empty. In it were some vegetables, three tomatoes, and half a dozen eggs. Nothing more.

'I can't possibly whip anything up with these!' she mused, slightly panicking to herself.

With a palm to her forehead, Charlotte glimpsed at Shane. She wasn't sure if she could serve these to Shane. They may not be up to par with the standards of a CEO.

In the blink of an eye, Charlotte took the ingredients out and decided to go simple with white rice complemented by a couple of dishes. 'Who cares if Shane likes it?'

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Charlotte hustled about in the kitchen, Sheryl's crisp laughter would occasionally

as she cracked the eggs into the pan

laughter and chatter that she didn't notice the eggs starting to char. Whiffs of smoke blew right

about to plate the eggs, a large

"You..."

of the way," Shane

Charlotte obediently stepped aside, totally forgetting that she was on her own

the rest of the eggs with an effortless flick

movements were so slick that he looked like a chef

one side and runny on the other. The sweet aroma

with top-class knife skills. Every little cube of the endproduct was

were a glossy green and emanated

Shane took to prepare the meal seemed so sophisticated, like

with admiration in her eyes. His cooking skills

looked over at Charlotte,

Shane had already laid out the

as he

smells so good!" Sheryl exclaimed happily as she climbed onto her chair and gaped at

how her daughter had turned into a hardcore fan of Shane's, Charlotte could only