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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about in the kitchen, Sheryl's crisp laughter would occasionally pass into her ears from the living

eggs into the pan to fry. A gratifying smile crept upon

away by the laughter and chatter that she didn't notice the eggs starting to char.

a large hand snatched away the spatula she was holding. She abruptly turned to

"You..."

the

with his domineering demeanour, Charlotte obediently stepped aside,

Shane with bewilderment as he fried up the rest of the eggs with an effortless

that he looked

to perfection, golden on one side and runny on

tomatoes with top-class knife skills. Every little

a glossy

Shane took to prepare the meal seemed so sophisticated,

admiration in her eyes. His

hands and looked over at

she knew it, Shane had already

Shane appeared unaffected as he left without

smells so good!" Sheryl exclaimed happily as she

her daughter had turned into a hardcore fan of