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.

going to ask what happened

asked sarcastically. Her empty eyes looked out of place on her delicate face. "Sure, it's

her hair wet. It was hard to tell if

so stupid. Why are you still foolishly holding

lowly. There was a hint of hoarseness in

took felt exhausting and her

stopped in front

"Mr. Gibson?"

ignoring the pathetic state she was currently in, when she saw the elegant man walking out of the car. Christopher quickly picked her up. Before she could react, she was already seated in the passenger seat. Her

"Put this on."

took off his coat and gently put it on her

"Thank you..."

didn't want to react too unnaturally, otherwise it would seem

live? I'll

silence and turned on the

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

with a

kind of girl can

nose embarrassedly when she realised what she said. She wished she could bury herself

he did not answer. There was a mysterious glimmer in his

not used to the awkwardness so she started to

taking care of

special care of

fingers to gently brush a few strands of stray hair on Charlotte's

"Don't move."

inched closer to her. Charlotte, who already didn't have much resistance against handsome men, blushed instantly.

"Thank-thank you."

gaze as she didn't dare to look directly into his tender eyes. She was afraid that she would melt into them, Christopher realised she had no intention to return to the Emerson family soon so he turned the car

her anxious face even when she was sound asleep. The

"Lottie?"

worry as he withdrew his

red face indicated to

"Mr. Gibson, this..."

the fever