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.

the car in Fairfield Residence. He quickly opened the

"Ding dong-Ding dong-"

"Why are you here?"

looked at the person standing at

look at

a brief order and immediately took off his shirt, revealing the red and swollen tan skin

what did

his hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane's back

nonsense. Get some

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

hospital. I don't have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly walked to a table at the corner. He could not help but complain, "What on earth did you

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

thrown into a panic. He shrugged

that you never touch onions. It's at least

could not help

cold ointment on his

put a box of pills in Shane's line of sight as if nothing had happened. He advised, "I just bought it yesterday, but I'm not omnipotent. If you cause this problem

his eyes and glanced at Henry, who was still trying to say something. Shane had

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

his hand

me stay in

"Why not?"

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

is the guest

by you. Let

reluctantly 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 the old mansion?" "Charlotte should have gone

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

only just realized that Charlotte means something special to

arms around his chest and gave

"How is she special?"