Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte was stunned for a moment. Her hand froze on the doorknob.

"But I don't need to remind you what price you have to pay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man tossed his phone to the coffee table.

He was very tall, and the flinging movement of his hand was fast and powerful. When the phone hit the table's glass surface, it broke, and the glass table also cracked. Charlotte was surprised and the door opened.

Shane was leaning to one side. His gaze fell on her without any heat. She immediately lowered her head and went into the suite, going upstairs without saying a word.

After a while, Charlotte heard a noisy noise from downstairs. She was curious, so she went out of the bedroom, stood by the bannister and looked down.

The hotel staff had come to replace the coffee table, and they apologized to Shane the whole time, saying that they had accidentally purchased an inferior batch of coffee tables. Were they idiots?

Charlotte supported her head and watched. If she could, she would have gotten herself some popcorn.

This scene was too similar to a plot in a drama.

At a glance, one could tell that the coffee table had been smashed.

Even took Shane's feelings into consideration, this coffee table was at least tens of thousands of dollars. All the furniture in this room cost more than ten thousand dollars. Shane had broken it so easily. And now they did not even want him to pay for it?

It was these spineless people who made the capitalists so shameless.

After the people downstairs replaced the coffee table, Charlotte returned to her bedroom.

It was so boring. In the end, they hadn't made Shane pay for it.

Because of her physical condition, Shane didn't let Charlotte participate in too many activities.

She could only stay in her room and rest. It would have been fine to be alone, but Shane was with her.

Charlotte used her computer for a while, then looked up at Shane, who was sitting next to her.

He was reading a book. There were many foreign words that she could not read.

She pursed her lips and turned back to continue to work on her computer.

However, she had finished watching all the videos that she needed to watch. In order to let her have a good holiday, Rick had even changed the password of the company's database. She couldn't even enter the internal network, let alone read any information.

So boring.

Charlotte peeked at Shane once again.

Needless to say, a certain someone even more beautiful than a sculpture. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the lines of his eyes were hard and clear.

It was said that those double- lidded eyes were the most attractive, but Charlotte felt that if his face was matched with doublelidded eyes, it might become very strange. This pair of eyes was better-looking. "Yesterday, you were looking at my abs. Today, you're looking at my eyes. Does Mr. Jane refuse to let you check him out?"

"If you don't want me to look, then I won't keep looking. Why did you have to mention Rick? He never provoked you."

away his woman. Was that called not provoking

fingers. He

provoked by his annoyance. She became a little bold. She stared at

fell

face suddenly

some naughty

an nore. She patted her face and turned her head to focus

between you

"Why?" she asked, vigilant.

know what happened to my woman and how

"Woman?"

computer suddenly. "Don't you have any respect for

times in the company," Shane said

lost

man had helped her

suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his embrace. Charlotte didn't have any chance to struggle before she was sat on his lap. She

"Reading."

he need to hug her while

struggle,

Shane suddenly reached out and pointed to a line

Charlotte shook her head.

"I'll teach you."

only then that Charlotte realized that Shane's voice was as

was clear, free of impurities, low-pitched, and had a little bit of desolation, but it also had a kind of supreme and

It seemed that...

a person who controlled the whole world as he sat on his throne,

but he was also

sentence

person in the world is the only king of the

spoken in a language she

However.

meaning of this sentence was in line with the tone of his

piqued. "What book is this? What language

three questions

chuckled, held her finger and pointed to a word, "This word is pronounced... it

An hour passed.

tried her best to read and memorize the contents

seemed to be something like

I don't want to learn anymore." Charlotte

the book but didn't

that she was lying in

taken the initiative to throw

She moved her limbs and