Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Early in the morning, at seven a.m.

Charlotte's alarm clock screamed dutifully, waking her from her sleep.

She glanced at Anne, who was still fast asleep beside her, then stealthily climbed out of bed.

After washing up, she stood in front of her wardrobe and ultimately decided to wear a white V-neck dress.

Not only did it bestow her unforced grace and elegance, but the design of the V-shaped collar also made her neck look longer while highlighting her prominent collarbones.

She was never a huge fan of heavy makeup, so she simply patted on a touch of eyeshadow and blush. In an instant, her delicate features were amplified, especially those soft, sexy lips she had applied a thin layer of gloss to.

She stared at the woman in the mirror in awe.

Soon, she turned up at Fuller Group's office building, alluring and sophisticated as before.

Cole stood by the main doors in anticipation of her arrival. Once he greeted her, he escorted her up to the 66th floor.

As someone who was welcomed by Cole himself, she naturally drew the attention of many.

Charlotte kept a charming smile plastered upon her face and shut out the groundless speculations as she strode into Shane's office under Cole's lead.

seat as you wait." Cole turned to leave after handing her a glass of

the spacious office. Occasionally, indistinct

following the episode with Yuliana would stir up

by a sea of reporters

fact

Sheryl would also be

capable of bearing the consequences of such a rash

was once again plunged into a state of indecision. Her fingers dug into her palms as

the conference room sat

the door and walked in.

Shane nodded in acknowledgment. All was well within his expectations - Charlotte would never let slide an opportunity to return to Emerson

his wristwatch and shut

Cole tactfully retreated and closed the door

that passed by. It had exceeded half

into the room, his distant gaze gently swept past

of the tension on her was

you made up your mind?" Shane strode over and sat himself down

neck. His legs were leisurely crossed one on top of the other and he leaned idly into the sofa