Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Was Shane crazy? Did he just kiss her?

Charlotte patted her face and forced herself to calm down. She sat down on the sofa and took out her mobile phone to play some games. She thought she could calm down in this way. But things often did not go her way.

She heard a character in the game speak in a sexy and husky noise. Shane's face instantly appeared in her mind.

"Why does he keep haunting me?" she wondered.

Charlotte smiled bitterly. She turned off her phone and lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

She had just returned from a business trip today. She should have taken Sheryl to have hot pot with Anne and the others. Then, she should have taken Sheryl out to play tomorrow. How had she ended up here with Shane?

Sigh.

She couldn't understand him.

The next day.

Sheryl, Mrs. Fuller Senior and Ms. Laura arrived at the hotel.

Even if Charlotte didn't want to be here with Shane, she couldn't take it out on Mrs. Fuller Senior and Sheryl.

The two of them went to the buffet restaurant where Shane was already eating.

Mrs. Fuller Senior brought Sheryl to get some food. Charlotte didn't have much of an appetite, so she sat near the window and waited forthem.

"Don't you want to eat anything?" Shane pushed a portion of steamed eggs in front of her.

"I'm not hungry." Charlotte looked at the egg and didn't have much appetite. "I might have eaten too much yesterday."

Yesterday?

Shane recalled that she didn't eat too much. Most of the food had been eaten by him and Sheryl, and some of it Sheryl had taken back to the old mansion.

He pursed his lips. "If you're not feeling well, I'll have Henry give you a physical examination."

"I just don't have an appetite. That doesn't require a physical examination, does it? Besides, I don't want to bother you."

"Didn't want to trouble him?" Shane thought.

Shane looked at her coldly. It was enough to freeze a cup of warm water in an instant.

Charlotte lowered her head and didn't meet his eyes. She was eating the steamed egg mechanically.

After a while, Sheryl and Mrs. Fuller Senior came back with a lot of food.

Sheryl put a strawberry in Charlotte's. Charlotte didn't want to spoil the child's mood, so she opened her mouth and ate it although her stomach did not feel too good. After the meal.

As Sheryl wanted to feed the pigeons, so Charlotte accompanied her.

Mrs. Fuller Senior and Shane followed behind them.

"Mommy, you don't look so good." The little girl tilted her head and looked at Charlotte.

out her hand

an "oh" sound and didn't mention it

suddenly felt her stomach churning. She

vomited in there, it would be difficult

she forced herself to look for a trash can before she

out were the

leaned against a street lamp

grabbed Shane's hand and ran to the street lamp. "Daddy, look at

helpless. Tears welled

smile, "Sheryl, Mommy

"You vomited blood!"

"That's strawberry, silly girl."

Sheryl blinked her eyes.

Sheryl to her side. "Shane, take Charlotte to see a doctor." "I've already called Henry over. Grandma,

"Yes."

into his arms in a

voice, "Stop carrying me. What if I vomit

"I don't mind."

be

Shane ignored her.

holding back all this time, but her

stomach couldn't take it anymore, so

smell of stomach acid and sped up

felt weak. Her body was constantly trembling. She did not have time to care if he would

Back in the room.

the bathtub. He took off their outer clothes and turned on the hot

nodded her

bathroom and poured a cup of warm water. When he returned to the bathroom, Charlotte was taking off her

that he would come back

off your clothes before you can take a bath?" He knew that she was shy, so

I didn't expect you

"Whatever. Drink this."

the water and Shane left

tasted the sweetness of the water. She smacked her

was a thin layer of liquid at the bottom of the glass. It looked like dissolved syrup. It should be

Shane was really considerate.

made her

and she felt conflicted. Her body's tiredness made her mood unstable, so

down the glass, wiped

pushed the door

amount of mist followed Charlotte into

taken a shower, looked back at her and asked, "Are you

of well-defined muscles. There was a faint scar on his

forgot to reply to him.

pulled his robe closed. "What, does Rick not show you

looking at your abdominal muscles. I'm looking at the scar."

long had she been staring

mood was inexplicably improved. He lifted his lips, strode to her side,