"It's me." The person on the phone only said two words.

"Shane..." Charlotte's voice quivered.

Shane glanced at the little fellow who was playing in the ball pit at the playground. His eyes softened at the sight of that. "Let's have dinner together and tell me about the content of today's meeting." Charlotte sniffed and said, "I don't want to see you."

"What's wrong?" He frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong with her.

"I'm fine."

"How can you say that you're fine when you're crying? Give me your address."

Charlotte shook her head. Only after a while did she remember that they were on the phone, and he couldn't see her shaking her head.

She said, "I'm really fine."

"Come have dinner with me then."

"I'm really not in the mood for dinner today. How about tomorrow?" Charlotte's voice was hoarse, making her sound rather pathetic. "Stay where you are."

Before Charlotte understood the meaning of this sentence, she heard Shane walking into the crowd, followed by Sheryl's voice.

After a short while, Shane hung up the phone.

It wasn't until then did Charlotte realize that the reason Shane didn't attend the partnership meeting today was that he was taking care of Sheryl?

He was absent because of Sheryl?

For some reason, Charlotte felt a shiver run down her spine.

Shane was already so devoted to Sheryl even before knowing that she was her daughter?

Charlotte decided to wait for Shane to come because she genuinely had no idea where she should go. After buying a cup of coffee, she just stayed in her car. In less than 20 minutes, a Maybach stopped in front of her car and honked at her.

She looked up.

Cole got out of the car to open the door of the backseat. Shane stepped out of the car with his slender and sturdy legs. His muscular and relaxed figure slowly emerged. A small and chubby girl who seemed to be asleep was lying on his shoulders.

Charlotte stared blankly at him as he walked closer and closer towards herself. It wasn't until he knocked on her glass window with his slender fingers that she came back to her senses and pressed a button to lower her window.

"Open the door."

"It's open."

Shane signaled Cole to open the door.

open the door of the backseat for Charlotte and Shane. He then sat down on the driver's

she

she couldn't help but

Charlotte, I'll come back and drive my car home,"

her lower

what happened?" Shane's gaze

eyes were a little red, her hair was

little woman definitely

her head. "It's not a big deal,

me to force you to confess in front of your daughter, do

she immediately gave in. She lowered her head

a dead

dare to make a sound

"That's normal."

voice finally rang out

"I'm embarrassed to blame you too because clearly, you have good intentions. It's just that I'm not really good at dealing with this kind of problem. It's all my fault. I'll apologize and make it up to him in

"He won't forgive you."

loves me

only what

at him

Shane had spent the whole day with her. They went to the zoo and the megamall after returning to the city, where they played with

she had already told Shane a week ago that she wanted to go out and play today, and Shane promised her at that time. He

you're the only one missing from our home," the little fellow said in a low and

"Don't talk nonsense."

daddy to be alone. He came to pick

was shocked. She looked at Shane and lowered her head, saying,

didn't do it for

is my daughter,"

that mean I can't

was rendered speechless. Besides, she already felt that she

lightly, then took out a black handkerchief and handed it to her.

Even her snot was smeared

wouldn't want that

instantly threw it

and Sheryl as she stared outside

is in a bad mood today," Sheryl whispered in

very soft. Her warm breath from her words traveled to his ear, making

arms and murmured to her ears, "Does

will follow Uncle Cole to his car and let him send me home. You can spend some time outside with mommy alone!" the little fellow

my mommy's

silly behavior and said with a smirk,

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