Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"I don't want to ruin her image in your mind so let's just forget about the issue with Mrs. Fuller Senior, alright? You can choose to believe what I've just told you, or you can just assume everything I've said was just a lie. Take this as an opportunity to gain more information from me, so you can figure both me and Shane out. Now that you've gotten what you came here for, are we done?" asked Christopher. "I still regard you as a friend, you know? I've never thought of hurting you."

"I know, but that's just an excuse, isn't it? All of you tell me that you've thought of me as your grandchild, your friend, and even a lover, but you guys don't mean it. To put it bluntly, you guys just want to protect Shane from me."

"Shane doesn't need our protection."

"Do you hear yourself? If you have so much confidence in him, then why are you still here? Do you think I need you to warn me about Shane's plan to keep myself safe? In your heart, I will never be as good as him, will I?"

Christopher said as he stood up. He walked up to her, exuding a cold aura. He stopped a few steps away from her and muttered, "Charlotte, I've always thought of you as my friend as well. However, your mother's death and whatever happened with Emerson Corporation... I planned all of it. So you really don't have to worry about me since I'm not planning to return the favour at all."

After that, he left. Charlotte remained motionless.

She had thought that she would be angry, but she felt nothing but calm.

Just as Christopher had said, she already had all the information she needed to piece the truth together. Her heart did not waver in the slightest after what Christopher had said. Why did she come here today?

Maybe, it was just as Christopher said. She did it so that she could protect Shane.

Everyone loved Shane, didn't they?

He was the last person on this planet that needed protection from anyone else, but everyone wanted to protect him just the same.

Raina and his grandmother did everything they could to protect him. Now, Charlotte was doing the same thing as well. Christopher on the other hand, was just a side character in comparison. People didn't need a reason to love Shane, but it was different for Christopher. He was despised by everyone else just because of one person, that person being the father he and Shane shared.

Life was really ironic like that.

In the distance, inside a tall building.

Avery took off his headphones and gazed upon the lake. After a while, he grinned like a Cheshire cat and said, "Mr. Gibson, don't stand at the door since you're already here. My bodyguards aren't bold enough to throw you off this building."

Christopher emerged from the shadows and sat in front of him. "Avery, pleased to finally meet you."

gentle. He moved elegantly as he glided into the room. If it weren't for his background, Avery would

but you've done plenty of shady things, haven't you? What

you're

least I've never

how many people have died because of

here. Even if I had killed those two monsters with my bare hands, I would have done the world a favour!" "Then why can't what I've done be considered a favour for the world as well? Just because the person who died was your friend's grandmother,

"They killed Irena!"

"Irena didn't die."

stared at Christopher. "What did

his goblet filled with red wine and swirled it around. "I know your every move, Avery. I know that

be possible?" Avery gripped the armrests with both hands tightly and said,

accessing it. Why do you

can say that. Who do you think it could

Christopher stood up and walked closer to Avery. With a faint pitiful smile, he said, "Our game has just begun. To be honest, I have to thank you for destroying the Stevens Family. Maybe you weren't aware, but just a year ago, I've heavily relied on the management of the Stevens Corporation. Even though the results

stared at the man's back in

hands tightened around the

should tell Shane about

He had to.

how was he going to tell

can't possibly tell him that he helped Charlotte set up a meeting with Christopher, and found all

was in a

high-class

sofa, feeling dizzy. At this moment, he was already

of broken beer bottles around

cut his ankles but he was too lazy to deal with them. He let the wound seep

It hurt.

pain was the only constant reminder that he was

"Squeak!"

The door creaked open.