Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte frowned as she looked at the crowd around. In the end, she chose to sit before the bar.

"Hey beautiful, do you want a drink?"

The bartender asked her cheerfully. She clearly looked out of place in the bar.

"Give me the strongest drink."

Charlotte sat aside straight to the side. She propped up her chin and watched as people walked in and out restlessly.

No wonder it was said that bars were a paradise for young men and women to enjoy themselves!

"Here's your drink."

As there weren't many people at the bar, he took a seat opposite to Charlotte. He stared interestingly at the delicate but not trampy woman.

It was the first time he laid eyes on such an eye-catching person.

Charlotte didn't like the way he stared at her like some prey. After she downed a glass of whiskey, she bluntly told the bartender, "I don't like it when people look at me like that."

"I'm sorry."

The bartender was not embarrassed at all. He just waved with a smile and continued, "Do you have something on your mind? Tell me and you'll feel better."

He quickly shrugged innocently when he saw Charlotte's scrutinising gaze and said, "Don't get me wrong, I listen to tons of stories each day. You can just pretend I'm a trash can for your worries." His metaphor made Charlotte smile. However, she still kept her thoughts to herself.

After she drank glass after glass of whiskey, Charlotte stared at the blurry person before her. She pointed and asked, "Why are you swaying around?"

The bartender shook his head helplessly.

He had seen too many people like this!

"Hello..."

Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. Charlotte slowly took her phone out and answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Lottie?"

Anne was stunned and asked in confusion, "Where are you? Aren't you at the Emerson family?"

"Me... Haha, where am I? Where is this place?"

Charlotte laughed foolishly. However, Anne was beginning to panic on the other end.

"Wait for me, I'll be right there."

she hung up the phone. But when she dialled

Shane...

Shane Fuller could find

usually didn't have the habit of sleeping late but today stayed up to read some stock news

"Hello."

"I see."

suddenly crossed his face

me Charlotte

the bed and put on

where are

the room when she heard some

Sheryl. If she looks for me, tell

Shane briefly explained.

sped out of the

go to a bar nearby the Emerson house. Once she arrived, she

"Lottie?"

didn't get a response as

"She's drunk."

the coldness from the man opposite her. She

you hand Lottie over to me? She'll feel uncomfortable if she wakes up

well as they had grown very close over the

guessed Charlotte wouldn't want Sheryl to see

"Thank you."

him as he carried Charlotte into

"It's my responsibility."

felt his response was quite

eyes at the unconscious

is not the way to get rid of your

home. After she turned on the light, she carried

can just sleep

opened the door and turned off the light as she walked

in an instant. The moonlight shone on the dainty woman sleeping

already afternoon when

open by and Charlotte instinctively used her hand to block the eye-piercing

to the light,

window with her hands on her hips

"What time is it?"

"It's 10 o'clock!"

pointed to the alarm clock