Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte was asleep for a long time. It was already dark when she woke up. She rubbed her eyes and got off the bed but she fell down heavily again. Her head slammed into the pillow, it was not painful but a little itchy.

She stood up again in a daze. She tried to look for her shoes but she couldn't find them.

Where are her slippers?

Oh, she was carried back by Shane so she didn't have her slippers.

Thus, Charlotte went around to the other side of the room to find the hotel slippers. At this moment, the door opened and Charlotte froze as Shane walked towards her with a plastic bag in his hands. He frowned. "What are you doing barefoot on the ground? Aren't you cold?"

His tone was very hostile.

"I don't have any slippers," she answered coyly.

They were both stunned by her words. She had never been coy with him. If she had spoken in a more flirtatious tone, he would've been even more taken aback.

Shane put down the plastic bag. Then, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He pulled open the drawer and took out a pair of slippers.

His fingers accidentally brushed her cold foot and he put his palm on it.

"Shane, you..." Charlotte quickly tucked her legs back under the sheets and looked at him cautiously. "I, I'm not cold. Besides, I turned on the heater. I won't freeze. I'll just put it under the blankets." "Okay, remember to put on your shoes." He got up.

"Remember to wash your hands. It's dirty."

Shane lowered his head and stared at his palm. It wasn't dirty but it was quite cold. He headed towards the bathroom, turned on the tap and washed his hands.

Charlotte sat on the bed with her knees in her arms and buried her head between her knees.

What did he do just now?

Rubbed her feet?

His actions were too ambiguous. Although, they did...

Charlotte's mind was in a mess.

For a moment, she couldn't figure out if Shane was serious or just giving her a name like before. "Are you hungry?"

Just as Lottie was trying to make sense of everything, Shane spoke up.

She raised her head and gave him a stiff smile. "I'm a little hungry. Have you bought any food?"

Shane lowered his head and placed the plastic bag in front of her. "Here."

He bought a lot of things, including potato chips, puddings and cakes. He even bought instant noodles and some weirdly shaped bread. They all looked very delicious. Charlotte simply picked up a box of pudding, opened the lid and ate a spoonful.

Shane suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"

Uh.

It was delicious.

how could she calmly tell him

moment. She scooped a spoonful of pudding and put it in front of his mouth. "Mr.

Mr. Fuller?

he swallowed the pudding he fed her. The pudding melted in his mouth in an instant. It tasted very

moved away the spoon. She lowered

some reason.

call me just

replied

"Call me something else."

she call him? Her

started to ache but Shane spoke again. "What did you use to

under his pressure.

"Zoe?"

by their first names." She wanted to cry. "I

pet names. You'll have one minute to think of one. You can eat if you think of one. If not, you'll have to go hungry." Charlotte widened

a straight face. He even took away the cup of pudding

She was hungry!

would care

cry. She didn't even know if it was real or an act. She just

Crying?

stone- hearted when

a spoonful of pudding and fed

laughter. She wiped away her tears and reached out

stop her from grabbing the spoon. But

stepping back. All of a sudden, one of them lost their balance which caused the

placed it on the bedside table while his other hand wrapped around Charlotte's waist.

and placed her hand on his chest. "I,

darkened. He clasped his hand around her head and pinned her down again. Charlotte fell back

his other hand from the table and slowly wrapped them around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his

This kiss.

different than

forgot everything else as he took over her world

Moments later.

go of her. She no longer had the strength

Her brain was filled with pet names

"It's just so-so."

what should I call

bother to think about

fine. As long as she's his Lottie. He couldn't care less if anyone called her the same name.