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?"

at the person standing at the door and was even

look

took off his shirt, revealing the

what did you

hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane's back

nonsense. Get

at expressionless Henry, but he had nowhere to vent the anger he felt in his

When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly walked to a table at the

like that. I'm not interested in your private life. It's just because, as a doctor, I care for my patients. Do you

almost thrown into a

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 eat

not help but roll

on his back,

of pills in Shane's line of sight as if nothing had happened. He advised, "I just bought it yesterday,

raised his eyes and glanced at Henry, who was still

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

his

in

"Why not?"

"Your house is many times larger than mine. This small place won't be comfortable for you." Although Henry was Shane's personal doctor, most of the time, they treated each other as

is the guest

impressed by you. Let me take you

opened the door to the guest room. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I heard that Mrs. Fuller Senior has returned to the country today. Why aren't you staying at

she give you the onions? I knew that you wouldn't eat it yourself, unless..." "Are

I've only just realized that Charlotte means something

put his arms around his chest and gave a devilish

"How is she special?"