Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Shane closed the book, turned sideways, and looked at her. "Can you shower with one hand?" "My bones were not injured. It won't be a problem," Charlotte quickly stated.

"Well, go ahead then." Shane nodded and picked up the book again.

Charlotte let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Shane wasn't very adamant about helping her to shower. Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to deal with it.

While taking a shower, Charlotte recollected everything that happened today. She realized that it was actually really impulsive of her to help Rick. Why didn't she refuse Rick at that time? Why did she directly sign the contract with him? When she looked at the documents, she clearly noticed that the price he offered was unreasonable. Why didn't she realize that it was even more unreasonable to cooperate with him? Charlotte leaned against the ice-cold tiles. She raised her hand and allowed the water to flow all the way down from the top of her head.

This was the only showering method that could make her more clear-minded.

The next day.

As soon as Charlotte arrived at the company, she received a call from Sheryl.

The little girl said that she wanted to go to the movies with mom, dad, and great granny.

Charlotte really wanted to see her, but her arm was injured, and she was afraid of worrying the child, so she could only tell Shane's grandmother about the situation. Shane's grandmother understood and said that she would find an excuse to convince Sheryl. She also told her that they didn't have to worry about the child. After the call ended, Charlotte looked at the wound on her arm and sighed.

Knock, knock- The door was knocked twice.

Normally, the assistant would knock three times.

"Shane?" Charlotte guessed who it was.

Shane pushed open the door and walked into the office, putting a small green box in front of her.

It looked almost the ssize as a cleanser.

"Is this for me?" she asked.

"Yea. Apply this ointment half an hour after you took your medicines. It helps to remove your scar," Shane said as he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

It was for removing scars! Charlotte felt a surge of joy as she quickly stored the item in her drawer.

Shane took out a document from his bag and put it in front of her. "This is the transfer contract." "Transfer contract?" she asked, confused.

"From today on, I'll be in charge of Rick's projects." Charlotte took the contract and noticed the words written on top of it: Sharlot Inc. has full authority to take responsibility for... So, there was actually a company under his name? "Quite a few people have investigated you before and confirmed that you don't have any company or property under your name. What's with this?" "They are right. This company is under Braden's name." "I see." Charlotte understood.

Sharlot.

Was it somebody's name? But she had never heard that Shane had a relative by the nof Sharlot. Maybe it was just a nhe randomly picked. She didn't think much about it either.

After handing Rick's project over to Shane, Charlotte began to deal with the projects from other companies. One of the companies had to send sprecise instruments back to their country from abroad, and they demanded there would be no mistake during the process. She had to go to the port and keep an eye on it personally. She also had to make sure that all the instruments supervised by Peter and Zoe were in good condition.

And by delivering this batch of goods, she could actually earn about 20,000 dollars. Therefore, it was obvious they could actually earn a lot of money from Rick's order.

After Charlotte finished supervising the manual packaging process and confirmed that they had filled out the correct address, she didn't intend to return to the company. Instead, she wanted to find a place to rest. After all, she had been so busy for the past few hours that she hadn't even had a sip of water.

However, as soon as she got into the car, her phone rang.

She picked it up. "Hello?" "I'll give you an address. Chere." It was Shane's voice.

Charlotte was confused.

Was Shane asking her to go there at this hour...to have dinner with him? She responded with suspicion, "Okay, I'll be right there." Shane quickly sent the address to her phone. Charlotte entered the address into the navigator and realized that it was a hot spring bathhouse located on the business street in the center of the city.

It seemed to be newly opened. Its thwas to simulate nature, making people feel as if they were bathing outdoors.

Charlotte parked her car and went upstairs. When she arrived at the hot spring bathhouse. After waiting for a few minutes, a person walked out of the building.

"Lottie." Hearing the familiar voice, Charlotte put away her phone and looked up.

Her eyes instantly widened.

Shane was wearing a dark blue kimono and a pair of slides. His hair wasn't in its usual slicked-back style. It was fluffy, with his bangs scattered on his forehead. His overall style was casual and relaxed, making him look unlike a man in his thirties.

He looked good.

Charlotte had never thought that Shane's facial features could be so soft.

"Have you seen enough?" He frowned slightly.

What was she staring at his face for? "No, Mr. Fuller. You're really good-looking." He was so handsthat Charlotte had lost her mind for a second. She couldn't help but allow the corners of her mouth to curve up. She put her hands behind her back, looking exactly like a girl in love.

Shane simply reached out and pulled her into his arms, trapping her in his embrace. "You seeevery day. Do you not know how good-looking I am?" "It's a different kind of good-looking," she replied with a giggle.

"Charlotte, you're a mother. Act a little bit more modest." Even though his voice was cold, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Everyone has a desire for beauty, so how can I unsee handsguys just because I'm a mother? Mr. Fuller, you're good-looking, really." "You like it this way?" Charlotte nodded her head without hesitation.

Shane pursed his lips.

He actually didn't like how he looked now. After all, it was too casual for him in terms of attire and appearance. If one stayed in this state for a long time, he would be unhappy and eventually lose his competence.

It was precisely why he was always sharp and vigilant.

"Let's go in first." Shane led her inside.

Since the men's and women's locker rooms were separated, Shane only took her to the door and said, "You go in and change your clothes. Here's your number card. You can unlock the locker and wear the clothes inside. I picked your size." Charlotte accepted the number card, but her eyes were still fixed on his face, reluctant to leave.

Shane reached out and lightly poked between her eyebrows. "Go change. I'll wait for you at the exit." "Alright." She dragged her feet away and left.

Shane entered the men's locker room. He had planned to leave quickly to wait for Charlotte, but he accidentally passed by a mirror. He couldn't help but stop and look at the person in the mirror. He really looked a little younger than usual.

Because he was normally busy, so he always chose to slick his hair back. This way, he wouldn't need to go to the salon frequently, and he could easily style his hair at hby using hair gel. In his current appearance, his bangs looked particularly long, almost covering his eyes. He really looked like a member from a foreign boy band.

So, this was the type she liked all along? Shane reached out and touched his jawline. His eyes darkened, looking a little unhappy.

Whether it was his daily preferences or attire, he really couldn't spot any resemblance in how he looked now.

So.

She didn't like his usual appearance? Shane pressed his lips together, forming a horizontal line.

After Charlotte changed her clothes, she ran to the exit and spotted Shane at first glance.

"Why are we here today?" She leaned against him.

"To meet someone." "Who is it?" "Ryland Stevens." Huh? Upon hearing that, Charlotte was stunned.

Shane turned sideways to look at her and reached out to pull out her scrunchy. "This way, he probably won't recognize you." Her hair slid down along his arm. Half of it fell on her shoulders and her back, while the other half covered her face. Her bangs were slowly falling along with his movement as well.

Charlotte panicked and reached out to grab the scrunchy. But when Shane raised his arm, she couldn't do anything about it anymore. He was tall and his arm was long. There was no way she could snatch it from him. "Give it back to me..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

Like this.

She looked pretty too.

Shane was kind of able to understand why Charlotte said that he looked better than usual today.

After getting used to each other's usual appearance, there was a huge difference when they looked at each other now.

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