Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Eventually, Freddie arrived at Shane's villa to meet Sheryl. Olive didn't like Freddie, so she didn't go downstairs to welcome him. At first, Sheryl didn't want to greet him either. However, as the host, she had no choice but to go. It was impolite not to greet the guest.

"Welcome. Your room is on the second floor with Olive's and mine. Your father's room is on the third floor." Sheryl pointed to his luggage. "Do you need me to help you carry it upstairs?"

"I can do it myself. You're a girl." Freddie carried his bag on his back and looked at the man beside him. "Dad, I'll put my luggage upstairs first."

"Okay." Nathan nodded. He then turned to Sheryl and said softly, "I'm handing my son over to you, Sheryl."

"No problem. Daddy told Sheryl that I must take good care of you two!" Sheryl's rosy cheeks made her look super adorable.

Her cheeks must be really soft.

Freddie swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, Sheryl didn't notice his abnormal behavior. She took him to the second floor and introduced the layout of the whole house to him.

She told him that there were a lot of things they could do at her house, so it was better not to go outside. Because it would take 3 minutes to drive and 10 minutes to walk from their villa to their neighborhood's entrance. Even picking up a parcel required a long time.

"But it's not that bad because the housekeeper will help to pick up the parcels. The housekeeper can drive, which is awesome."

Freddie listened and even nodded from time to time.

When he put down his luggage, Olive just happened to walk out of the room. Seeing the two of them walking together, she put her guard up and held Sheryl's hand. "Sheryl, don't go to his room. Let him unpack on his own."

Freddie frowned.

He didn't really like Olive.

Even if he liked Sheryl, even if he really wanted to marry Sheryl, how old was he? He was only eight years old. What did you expect an eight-year-old boy to do to a six or seven-year-old girl? Wasn't she overly vigilant? It made sense if he was eighteen years old, but he was only eight years old!

Setting his IQ aside, he was still only eight years old!

Sheryl smiled and comforted Olive, "It's fine. If he bullies me, daddy will deal with him. However, it's indeed not that convenient for girls to watch a boy unpack his luggage. So, you'll have to do this on your own, Freddie. I will go back to building puzzles with Olive. You can come over after you've finished tidying up."

"Alright." Freddie nodded.

Sheryl held Olive's hand and skipped away. Olive snorted coldly, not even sparing a glance at Freddie.

It was her duty to protect Sheryl.

he suddenly realized that Sheryl seemed to call him by his name just now. He only told her once that his name was Freddie, and

Sweet.

looked small and silly, she

After a while.

join Sheryl and Olive. Puzzles are just a piece of cake for him. Hence, he stood on one side most of the time, watching the two girls assemble their puzzles. He would only give them pointers when they had no idea how to continue. However, the good thing was that they were very perceptive, and he did

go eat some ice cream.

like building puzzles. Plus,

play

he followed Sheryl. Seeing the two of them being so close, Olive pursed

She sighed.

she was about to lose favor with Sheryl. From now on, there would be one more person around Sheryl.

she noticed that Freddie had also followed her downstairs. She turned around and looked at him. "Omm, Freddie, what kind of flavor do

you eat." His interest was not in

"Okay..."

took out a box of yam-flavored ice

purple and liked

secretly made a

Olympics Maths. Can you teach me some tips?" She sat on the swing with ice cream in her arms

Freddie looked at her innocent face and only felt a yearning for her. He was stunned for a

confidential, isn't

you're doing

like me can study hard, whereas a smart person like

reply all of a sudden. He clenched

ice cream and patted her small belly, saying, "If you don't want

to teach you.

do anything wrong." Sheryl snorted. "If you think I'm forcing you, then you don't have to teach me anymore. I just feel like I'm a human, and you're a human too. If we respect each other, we can be friends or even get married. But if you

He had apologized earlier because he did not treat her like a

his nose and fell

the swing, leaned into him, and

widened

and touched the place where she kissed earlier and muttered to herself, "Is this considered a kiss? Freddie is

Hold on!

one who liked

coming a little too

felt his mind going