Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

It only took a couple of long strides for Shane to catch up with Charlotte.

Taken by surprise, Charlotte asked in confusion, "Mr. Fuller, do you need anything from me?"

The effect of the aphrodisiac had indeed kicked in. Shane's face was burning hot, all the way from his forehead down to his neck and collarbones. His unbuttoned collar from earlier was now all ruffled and wrinkled and lethargy clouded his face.

"Are you unwell?" asked Charlotte, seeing the agony on Shane's face.

However, the man did not utter a word in response. Instead, he grasped her wrist and hauled her toward the car awaiting him by the roadside. He swung open the door and forcibly stuffed her into the cabin. Then, Shane clambered into the car and shut his eyes. He muttered, "Cole, hotel."

His voice was raspy and deep.

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Her lips parted to protest, but when she turned toward him, her harsh words took a U-turn in her throat.

She had never seen such intensity of crimson on a person's face before.

She hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice, "Cole, why don't we go to the hospital instead? By the looks of it, this seems to be a case of an acute fever."

Cole tore his eyes off the road ahead of him and peered at Shane through the rearview mirror. He frowned but didn't offer a reply; he only floored the gas pedal a little harder.

car zoomed along the road like

alone outside the gate, she could only watch in misery as the taillights

and dialed Cole's number to demand that he stop the car, but he did not pick up a single one

only sound disrupting the heavy silence in the dense air was the ceaseless

had already fallen asleep

Cole. The former had his eyes screwed shut in discomfort, while the latter

things might not be as simple as it

that he has some hidden illness such that he can't show up at the

her lips and turned to look out the

an attempt to keep her mind off of things, she kept

don't know anything

the car rolled to a halt in

Charlotte followed

and headed directly to the 88th floor, where Shane's exclusive

room, Cole turned to Charlotte. "Ms. Emerson, may I trouble you to keep an eye on

my place? I'll get

on the bed. Then, she