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.

Residence. He quickly opened the door and stepped out

"Ding dong-Ding dong-"

"Why are you here?"

the person standing at the

me look at

took off his shirt, revealing

what did you

hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane's back for a while, but it

nonsense. Get

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

medicine from the hospital. I don't have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly walked to a table at

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

almost thrown into a

you never touch

not help but roll his

didn't explain. When he felt the cold ointment on his back, much of the anxiety

had happened. He advised, "I just bought

anything. When he redid his last shirt button, he raised his eyes and glanced at Henry, who was still trying to say something. Shane had no

doing here? It's not a big deal.

his

me stay in the guest

"Why not?"

larger than mine. This small place won't be comfortable for you." Although Henry was Shane's personal

the

you.

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 the old mansion?" "Charlotte should have gone

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

only just realized that

put his arms around his

"How is she special?"