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.

Charlotte stretched out her

sound and didn't mention it

suddenly felt her stomach churning.

in there, it would

for a trash can before she dared

came out were the undigested strawberry

a street lamp with a pale

and ran to the street lamp. "Daddy, look at Mommy. She looks

little girl felt helpless. Tears welled up

with a weak smile, "Sheryl, Mommy is fine. It's

"You vomited blood!"

"That's strawberry, silly girl."

Sheryl blinked her eyes.

to pull Sheryl to her side. "Shane, take Charlotte to see a

"Yes."

simply lifted Charlotte into his arms in a

terrible. She begged him in a low voice, "Stop carrying me. What if I vomit on

"I don't mind."

would be very awkward," Charlotte

Shane ignored her.

holding back all this time, but her brain didn't have the final

couldn't take it anymore, so she leaned forward and threw

smell

trembling. She did not have time to care if he would feel disgusted by her. Instead, she

Back in the room.

their outer clothes and turned on the hot water. "You should take a

nodded her

bathroom and poured a cup of warm water. When he

he would come back suddenly. She

can take a bath?" He knew that she was shy, so he turned his head away and did not look at

expect

"Whatever. Drink this."

water and

the sweetness of the water. She smacked her lips and raised her

the glass. It looked

Shane was really considerate.

made

Her body's tiredness made her mood unstable, so

the glass, wiped her tears, and washed

pushed the

mist followed

a shower, looked back at her

wore a dark blue nightgown, revealing a large expanse of well-defined muscles. There was a faint scar on

and forgot to reply to

closed. "What,

I'm not looking at your abdominal muscles. I'm looking at the scar." Charlotte was so embarrassed that

long had she been

lips, strode to her