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."

no location when she hung up the phone. But when

Shane...

only Shane Fuller could find anyone as

today stayed up to read some

"Hello."

"I see."

crossed his face and

me Charlotte Emerson's

bed and put on his clothes

where

curiously. She was cleaning the room when she

of Sheryl. If she looks for me, tell her

Shane briefly explained.

Lamborghini sped out

informed by Shane to go to a bar nearby the

"Lottie?"

she didn't

"She's drunk."

could obviously detect the coldness from the man opposite her.

to me? She'll feel uncomfortable if she wakes up in

very close over the

Sheryl to see her in such a depressed

"Thank you."

as he carried Charlotte into

"It's my responsibility."

his response was quite weird

the unconscious Charlotte and started

so much? This is not the way to get rid

way home. After she turned on the light, she carried Charlotte step by step into the

just sleep here

grunted crudely but she gently opened the door and turned off the

an instant. The moonlight

afternoon when Charlotte groggily opened her

Charlotte instinctively used her hand to block

adjusted to the light, she slowly

window with her hands

"What time is it?"

"It's 10 o'clock!"

pointed to the alarm clock