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

sound and didn't mention it

her stomach churning. She fell against the fountain and covered her

it would be

Charlotte thought about this, she forced herself to look for a trash can

the

a street lamp with a pale

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

felt helpless. Tears welled

with a weak smile, "Sheryl, Mommy is fine.

"You vomited blood!"

"That's strawberry, silly girl."

Sheryl blinked her eyes.

see a

"Yes."

simply lifted Charlotte into his arms in a bridal carry and took her back to

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

"I don't mind."

"That would be very awkward,"

Shane ignored her.

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

so she

frown. He ignored the strong smell

She did not have time to care if

Back in the room.

clothes and turned on the

nodded her

a cup of warm water. When

that he would come back suddenly.

can take a bath?" He knew that she

expect you

"Whatever. Drink this."

water and Shane left

the sweetness of the water. She smacked her

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

Shane was really considerate.

had made her

body's tiredness made her mood unstable, so much so

down the glass, wiped her tears,

pushed the

mist followed Charlotte into

a shower, looked back at her and asked,

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

to reply to him. She

and pulled his robe closed. "What, does Rick not

seen them before... No, I'm not looking at your abdominal muscles. I'm looking at the scar." Charlotte was so

had she

his lips, strode to her side, and grabbed