Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

They discussed most of the details throughout the meal. Braden had a feeling he was more concerned for this matter than Shane.

It was Shane's wedding but Braden spent more time and effort on this than his own.

This was so messed up.

It was already eleven o'clock when they finished.

"Why don't I send you home?" Braden turned to the man beside him.

"I'm going to the company."

"Are you kidding me? You're dragging me to work at this hour?"

"Drive me there and you can go home. Give me a text if Charlotte's home."

Braden was stunned. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Do you have to do that? That's Rick's house, they can do anything behind the curtains. You can't control hormones, can you?" Shane glared at him coldly.

Braden squirmed uneasily, then added boldly, "I don't care what you think. You can be with whoever you like but we have to win Christopher in the bidding this time."

"Yes."

"So? I'll send you back to the company?" Braden gritted his teeth and asked, "You'll just sleep in the office. Why don't you go home since you have nothing to do?"

"It's too cold."

Braden was startled by his answer. He felt sad for him and stopped probing further.

It wasn't his place to ask about their relationship either. Besides, it seemed Shane sincerely wanted to marry Tiffany...

Maybe he no longer cared about Charlotte.

After the new year, the contract with Avery has officially started.

Charlotte was completely buried by work. From time to time, she had to go on business trips so Anne and Braden will help babysit Sheryl.

Braden liked to bring the kid to her father's company whenever it was his turn to babysit.

Needless to say, Sheryl was also quite willing to go.

As long as no one told Charlotte, she wouldn't know.

It was a little past four o'clock in the afternoon, she finally had time to order some takeout.

Avery took out a bottle of toner and handed it to her when he noticed how hard she was working. "Look at yourself. You don't even have the time to eat. I'm sure you don't have the time for skincare. Take this, don't embarrass me in the meeting later."

"Thank you." Charlotte didn't think of this.

Her face had indeed slimmed down a little.

Avery rubbed his temples and rolled his eyes, "As a woman, can you take better care of yourself?"

Charlotte was speechless.

The both of them stayed up late but Avery was in much better shape than her.

Life was so unfair.

simple. After it

used to work at the NC company. I have some gossip

Gossip?

She felt helpless.

in anything about the NC company. However, Avery

Company

about computer chips and Al as

a huge amount of money, planning and

higher-ups provided the funds and the team

charg of this project. So they had to arrange

happening between competing companies never within

"What if Shane can't get a hold of

lose his right to speak on the project. But it's pointless anyway, Shane won't be able to get this

bitterly to

ask Avery if there was any way to help Shane but

"Christopher and I went

She was silent.

you wanted to ask me if there was any

know?" she blurted

"Woman, your thoughts are written on your face. Don't you

she that obvious? Charlotte

mirror and placed it before her face. "Your face is saying, 'I'm worried about Shane. What if he

not!" Lottie

you, but you have to do

of

Rick. I want to work with him. Specifically on the

The manicurist...

charity event on Rick's behalf. It was about immigrant manicurists who were oppressed

When are you returning? I'll book the same flight as you. You'll arrange my request

"What?"

that Charlotte came back to her

say 'no' to Avery's offer but he had already gone to book the

Forget it.

not tell Shane that she was the one

Back at River City.

sorting out the final details and personally

or

the final details when

me?" Charlotte asked

you to a "thank you dinner" for

I go? That has nothing to

help, you cried and begged at his front door for half an

didn't know

knees. He only helped Shane for

and slammed the files on the

Avery Hart...

he have worms

he was the