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.

her hand and touched Sheryl's

made an "oh" sound

stomach churning. She fell against the fountain and covered

she vomited in there, it would be difficult to clean it

for a trash can before she dared to puke a

the

a street lamp

hand and ran to the street lamp. "Daddy, look at

little girl felt helpless. Tears welled up

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

"You vomited blood!"

"That's strawberry, silly girl."

Sheryl blinked her eyes.

side. "Shane, take Charlotte to see a doctor." "I've already called Henry over. Grandma, why don't you keep Sheryl company?" "Alright. Quickly,

"Yes."

a bridal carry and took her back

a low voice, "Stop carrying me. What if I vomit on

"I don't mind."

"That would be

Shane ignored her.

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

so she leaned forward and

strong smell of stomach acid and sped up his

have time to care if he would feel

Back in the room.

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

her

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

didn't expect that he would come back suddenly. She blinked her

bath?" He knew

didn't expect you to come

"Whatever. Drink this."

water and Shane

the water. She

at the bottom of the glass. It

Shane was really considerate.

had made

she felt conflicted. Her body's tiredness made her mood unstable, so much so that some tears came

glass, wiped her

pushed the

mist followed Charlotte into

shower, looked back at her and asked, "Are you feeling

revealing a large expanse of well-defined muscles. There was a faint scar on

reply to him. She stared at the

"What, does Rick not show

No, I'm not looking at your abdominal muscles. I'm looking at the scar."

she

inexplicably improved. He lifted his lips, strode to her