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 was over, Charlotte

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

Gossip?

She felt helpless.

be honest, she wasn't interested in anything about the NC company. However, Avery has a mind of his own and he continued to

Company had a

computer chips and

require a huge amount

team will research on the

was in charg of this project. So they had to arrange a private meeting twice

this happening between competing companies never within their own

this, Charlotte's heart tightened. "What if Shane can't get

Shane won't be able

bitterly to

ask Avery if there was any way to help Shane but she managed to hold

and I went to the same school. I have quite the gossip

She was silent.

there was

you know?" she blurted

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

she that obvious? Charlotte

face. "Your face is saying, 'I'm worried about Shane.

Lottie

you, but

kind of

quite interested in Rick. I want to work with him. Specifically on

The manicurist...

immigrant manicurists who were oppressed and taken advantage of. She nodded. "I can help you with

flight as you. You'll arrange my request with Rick and I'll talk to

"What?"

at this moment that Charlotte came back

offer but he had already gone

Forget it.

might not tell Shane that she was the

Back at River City.

details and personally going to monitor

or six

looking over the final details when Braden and

to meet me?" Charlotte asked when

to invite you to a "thank you

That has nothing to do with

you cried and begged at his front

didn't know what

He only helped

slammed

Avery Hart...

worms in

if he was