Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte's lips curled into a scornful smile. As expected, the heart of a child is the most innocent.

"Lottie, Alistair is still small, you should not teach him all these filthy things."

Elaine suddenly covered the boy's face with her hand, completely ignoring the child's struggle. She waved at the butler not far away. "Butler, bring Alistair upstairs." "Yes, Madam."

Charlotte clenched onto her bag as she watched what happened.

"Elaine, aren't you the most filthy thing in this house? No one here is as dirty as you. You can even sleep with your best friend's father. Is there anything you wouldn't do for money?" Elaine turned around, she purposely showed off her hands which were full of jewellery and whispered, "Lottie, you should say your mom isn't as attractive as me. She deserved it..." "Bang."

A loud slap rang throughout the living room, the hatred in Charlotte's eyes was evident.

"What are you doing!"

Timothy quickly rushed in and pushed Charlotte away. She hadn't even had the time to withdraw her hand. Timothy ignored her as she stumbled backwards.

"Timothy, it's okay. I'm fine with Lottie venting out her anger on me. I was the one who promised her I would leave the Emerson Family if she returned. I broke my promise. I deserved this." Elaine touched her face which was heavily caked with make-up and leaned against Timothy's chest pitifully, a complete opposite from her previously vicious demeanour. "Mommy..." said a sobbing childish voice.

Alistair suddenly ran out of his room crying. He held on tightly to Elaine with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Mommy, I am afraid of sis."

"Don't be afraid. It's mommy's fault."

Elaine gently picked up Alistair and apologised to Timothy. "Alistair must be scared. I'll tuck him in bed. Don't blame Lottie, okay?"

Charlotte watched the scene unfold before her coldly.

She already knew this would happen when she heard Timothy's voice behind her but it was too late.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Timothy clenched his fists in anger. He looked as if he was about to swing his trembling hands towards her.

"Do you dare hit me?!"

Charlotte raised her head. Her eyes were filled with coldness.

"You wicked girl! I didn't agree to let you return here so you could make things worse! If this happens again, I won't go easy on you." Timothy still considered Shane's feelings.

you going to ask what

on her delicate face. "Sure, it's all my own illusion," she continued. Then, she

was hard to tell if it was tears or

are you still foolishly holding

muttered lowly. There was a hint of hoarseness in her

she took

Maserati suddenly stopped

"Mr. Gibson?"

of the car. Christopher quickly picked her up.

"Put this on."

took off his coat and

"Thank you..."

react too unnaturally, otherwise it would seem

you live? I'll take you

closed the window in silence and turned on the heater

his handsome face just like Shane's. She suddenly wondered what kind

asked with a

kind of girl can

bridge of her nose embarrassedly when she realised what she said. She

but he did not answer. There was a mysterious glimmer

the car became silent. Charlotte was not used to the awkwardness so she

thank you for taking care of me

take special care

suddenly reached out his fingers to gently brush a few strands of stray hair

"Don't move."

already didn't have much resistance against handsome men, blushed instantly. "Your hair is

"Thank-thank you."

directly into his tender eyes. She was afraid that she would melt into them, Christopher realised she had no intention to

stared at her anxious face even when she was sound asleep. The

"Lottie?"

with worry as he withdrew his hand at the touch

face indicated

"Mr. Gibson, this..."

the