Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Shane didn't reply. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her small face.

Charlotte rested against him for a while before she managed to pick herself up. Even as she walked, she was still unsteady. She wanted to return to her office to eat something sugary.

But what about Shane?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and eventually decided to invite Shane. "Shane, do you want to come and take a seat in my office?"

Lets go.

She hung her head low and led the way.

Charlotte's office was stark. It didn't look like a woman's office.

Shane had met quite a lot of female CEOS from different companies. Most of them would decorate their rooms with plants, and some would even put up photo frames.

There were no decorations on Charlotte's desk. Only a pen, notebook, a computer, and a hand cream next to the mouse could be seen.

The design style was more of a cold color scheme.

Shane didn't know why but he thought that the office looked a little familiar. His lips curled into a slight smile when he saw the color combination of the bookshelf. "Does Ms. Emerson have the habit of replicating other people's office design style?" "This was an accident." She poured him a cup of coffee and said, "At that time, I was in a hurry to find an office, and the renovation was also in a rush, so I bought a ready-made bookshelf instead."

"Why don't you use Rick's?"

"His office is painted white. That's an unlucky color."

"That's it?"

What else could it be?

Charlotte asked in confusion, "What did you expect?"

Shane took a sip of his coffee, put the cup on the table, and walked out.

Charlotte sat in her seat while eating chocolate. Before she could even react, he had already disappeared.

What did she say to offend him?

After she finished eating the chocolate, Charlotte wiped her hands and prepared to read some documents. But how could one recover from low blood sugar in such a short time? She was feeling dizzier.

Rendered helpless, she put down the documents and leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a trail of fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

Shane was carrying a lot of bags in his hands. He then placed them all on her desk.

cakes and desserts. But because the bags and packages were not opened,

in front of her, taking the documents away

Charlotte could even react, Shane had already taken out his pen to

familiar with it that it made

busiest, how many documents do you have to deal with?" Charlotte opened the package

He paused.

Thirty.

a huge number. It was not even

to thirty minutes. And she hadn't even included the

of 30 documents should be at least more

a day?" she asked

document for her and put it back in front of her. "This Peter Brown. You can put him to good

stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth. As if realizing something all of a sudden, she shot up her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "Shane, is

"No."

want you to swear

"I swear."

and nodded. "Thank

into her eyes. Those long fingers on his knees curled into

that Peter

he knew that she

was his man.

asked him to swear. She hoped that he would ignore his conscience and abandon his initial thoughts to admit that this person was a gift he gave to her and not a kind

Rick taught her all these when he was

Even the way he looked at her

was a little

should've been a more suitable advisor for her before Rick

a piece of cake, she suddenly sighed and said, "Shane, if you hadn't divorced me back then, I might not have even known the impact of shipping routes on big companies until now." "Why?" He came back

everyone. It's just that, have you ever thought that the people you wanted to protect

"So?

is your best friend, you don't want to say it out loud. You asked me to stay away from him, not because of jealousy, but because you were concerned with my safety. But the more you do that, the more I will resist and try to prove that you're wrong, so in the end, you..." She looked embarrassed and

you think that I need you because

blunt and straightforward, as if he was participating

Forget it.

science was

and said, "Yes, that's what I

my strategies and

at him with wide eyes. She felt that his words contained a lot of hidden

rang. An important customer from abroad had come to River City, and he needed

pen and

stared at the seven words

actually be many more years to

her for many years, then

out and tore the page out of her memo. The moment when she was about to tear it apart, she