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?'

best if

about in the kitchen, Sheryl's crisp laughter

quietly as she cracked the eggs into the pan to fry. A gratifying

so carried away by the laughter and chatter that she didn't notice the eggs starting to char. Whiffs of smoke blew

put out the fire. Right as she was about to plate the eggs, a large hand snatched away the spatula she was holding. She abruptly turned to find Shane standing right

"You..."

of the

demeanour, Charlotte obediently stepped aside, totally forgetting

fried up the rest of the eggs with an effortless

slick that he looked like a chef from every

fried to perfection, golden on one side and runny on the other. The sweet aroma

knife skills. Every little cube of the endproduct

were a glossy green and emanated a

meal seemed so

Shane with admiration in her eyes. His cooking skills were amazing! In contrast, hers were

his hands and looked over at Charlotte, who was

back to her senses, but before she knew it, Shane had already laid out the dishes on the

as he left without

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

daughter had turned into a hardcore fan