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

the gate, she could only watch in misery as the taillights of Shane's car drifted into the

not pick up a single one of her dozen calls. She blew her top and flung her phone to the ground, shattering

cabin, the only sound disrupting the heavy silence in the dense air was the

Sheryl had already fallen asleep

Shane, then looked at Cole. The former had his eyes screwed shut in discomfort, while the latter had his brows

to realize that things might not be as simple

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

Charlotte pursed her lips and turned to look

things, she

don't know

to a halt in front of

followed suit,

VIP elevator and headed directly to the 88th

Charlotte. "Ms. Emerson, may I trouble you

I'll get

who was now supine on the bed. Then, she turned back to the anxious