Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte followed Shane out of the old mansion in a daze. It wasn't until she sat in the car that she regained her senses. She frowned as she looked at the man in the driver's seat. "Actually, you shouldn't have argued with Raina Fuller for me. It's not worth it."

After all, she's doing it for your own good...

Charlotte didn't finish thinking the second half of the sentence. She lowered her head, not daring to look straight into his sharp and penetrating eyes.

"It wasn't for you."

Shane hid the expression on his face completely. Suddenly, he felt an itch on his back. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"It wasn't for you..." Charlotte thought.

These words kept echoing in Charlotte's ears. Bitterness gradually spread out from through her mouth.

Indeed, she felt that it was not worth it for such an outstanding man to do this for her. Charlotte was probably thinking too much.

Why did she suddenly feel a pain in her heart?

Shane concentrated on the itching on his back, which was spreading all over his body. He didn't notice the pale face of the woman in the backseat.

After the car stopped, Shane got out of it. He opened the door of the back seat and said with a blank expression, "I have to go out. Go into the house first." "Okay."

Charlotte nodded, pretending as if nothing had happened. She turned her gaze toward Shane, clearly sensing that something wasn't right with him.

She clearly remembered that he didn't drink just now, so why was his face so red?

"What's wrong with you?"

Charlotte asked in confusion.

"It's okay, don't wait for me to come home."

After Shane gave the simple explanation, he didn't even look at Charlotte's slowing footsteps before driving away.

Shane parked the car in Fairfield Residence. He quickly opened the

"Ding dong-Ding dong-"

"Why are you here?"

the person standing at

me look

shirt,

what did

Shane's back for a while, but it

talk nonsense. Get some

coldly at expressionless Henry, but he had nowhere to vent the

hospital. I don't have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly

me like that. I'm not interested in your private life. It's just because, as

was almost thrown into a panic. He

some onions." "Do you think I'm stupid? I know that you never touch onions. It's at least 100 meters away from you when others

help

he felt the cold ointment on his

had happened. He advised, "I just bought it yesterday, but I'm not omnipotent. If you cause this problem

anything. When he redid his last shirt button, he raised his eyes and glanced at Henry, who was still trying to say something. Shane

doing here? It's not a big deal. You don't

waved his hand

stay in the guest

"Why not?"

times larger than mine. This small place won't

is the guest

by you. Let me take

guest room. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I heard that Mrs. Fuller Senior has returned

to a realization. He patted his forehead lightly and continued, "Did she give you the onions? I knew that you wouldn't eat it yourself, unless..." "Are you finished?" Shane said emotionlessly as he

just realized that Charlotte

put his arms around his

"How is she special?"