Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

The next day.

Charlotte woke up with a start. She remembered that she had to pick up Anne today. However, it was already two hours past the agreed pick-up time. She unlocked her mobile phone with regret and intended to bear the brunt of Anne's anger. Unexpectedly, there was only a message from her.

"My brother has told me about the situation. You should have a good rest. There must be some misunderstanding between you and Shane. Resolve that, I am in no hurry."

Rick had picked up Anne himself. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and the heaviness in her heart eased.

She laid on the bed, her heart still pounding. Perhaps because she was too tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep again.

After a long time, the door suddenly opened and she saw that familiar face. Her wildly beating heart quieted down for a second before picking up pace again.

"You should eat," He stood at the doorway and said.

"I'm not hungry." Charlotte lowered her head and refused to look at him.

Shane frowned. He touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish, then helped her get dressed. Charlotte struggled but couldn't hold out against him.

"Let go of me," she resisted in a low voice.

"Don't move." Shane held her shoulder and forcibly clothed her.

Charlotte was angry and anxious at the mercy of Shane. Luckily, Shane was quick with his hands. He had managed to dress her in under five minutes, then wordlessly carried her to the bathroom.

He placed her in front of the mirror. He squeezed out some toothpaste on her toothbrush, hugged her from behind, and nudged it into her mouth.

Charlotte wasn't sure if she had hurt her ankle or her brain. Shane was taking care of her as if she was a child.

Charlotte was about to speak after rinsing her mouth, but Shane forced her to wash her face. He carried her to the dining room, intending to feed her. Charlotte was too tired to fend him off after being pushed around by him.

Charlotte sagged against the sofa after two mouthfuls of food, unwilling to open her eyes. "You forced me to wake up, and now you're forcing me to eat. Are you out of your mind?"

"You should have breakfast in the morning." He sat beside her and touched her forehead again. "You don't have a fever anymore, but you still have to take your anti-inflammatory medicine." "I'm begging you." Charlotte shoved his hand away. "I don't want to take it."

Shane's eyes darkened. He grabbed her lower jaw and forced the medicine and water into her mouth. Charlotte widened her eyes and swallowed before shouting, "Shane, are you out of your mind?" The dam of emotions broke loose.

stared

Moments later.

out. Ignoring him, Charlotte began to cry loudly

saw her squashing a pillow in her arms with tears and snot spilling down her face. She looked like a child whose toy had been taken away. Compassion no longer allowed him

Charlotte struggled with all her strength, but in the end she could only slump in his arms. She wiped her tears

Shane's voice was

Charlotte cried harder.

her tears. "I

mighty Mr. Fuller doesn't know what to do?" Charlotte's

and you are not a subordinate. He doesn't

"Is that so?"

you don't want to stay home,

shook her head. She

Charlotte resumed struggling. "I didn't say I wanted to go out. Let go of me, I don't

be sad at

buried her head in his chest, allowing him to carry

put on shoes for Charlotte, so he carried her

buy a pair of shoes, and there was nothing she could do. After all, her ankle

the woman over there. She's

so handsome. I wonder

They heard passers-by whispering.

chest, as if implying, 'Say what you

looked down at her and

don't

I bought shoes for you, you wouldn't be able to walk. Don't

you bring me

that you'll get bored at home, so I'm showing you the life of the working class. Maybe now

Charlotte was stunned.

Working class?

They were looking at Shane and her in jealousy or envy. There was almost no other emotion on their faces. Shane stopped in front of a boutique and

on the front. Although it was very small and looked

details were