Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 165

Was Shane crazy? Did he just kiss her?

Charlotte patted her face and forced herself to calm down. She sat down on the sofa and took out her mobile phone to play some games. She thought she could calm down in this way.

But things often did not go her way.

She heard a character in the game speak in a sexy and husky noise. Shane's face instantly appeared in her mind.

"Why does he keep haunting me?" she wondered.

Charlotte smiled bitterly. She turned off her phone and lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

She had just returned from a business trip today. She should have taken Sheryl to have hot pot with Anne and the others. Then, she should have taken Sheryl out to play tomorrow.

How had she ended up here with Shane?

Sigh.

She couldn't understand him.

The next day.

Sheryl, Mrs. Fuller Senior and Ms. Laura arrived at the hotel.

Even if Charlotte didn't want to be here with Shane, she couldn't take it out on Mrs. Fuller Senior and Sheryl.

The two of them went to the buffet restaurant where Shane was already eating.

Mrs. Fuller Senior brought Sheryl to get some food. Charlotte didn't have much of an appetite, so she sat near the window and waited forthem.

"Don't you want to eat anything?" Shane pushed a portion of steamed eggs in front of her.

"I'm not hungry." Charlotte looked at the egg and didn't have much appetite. "I might have eaten too much yesterday."

Yesterday?

Shane recalled that she didn't eat too much. Most of the food had been eaten by him and Sheryl, and some of it Sheryl had taken back to the old mansion.

He pursed his lips. "If you're not feeling well, I'll have Henry give you a physical examination."

"I just don't have an appetite. That doesn't require a physical examination, does it? Besides, I don't want to bother you."

"Didn't want to trouble him?" Shane thought.

Shane looked at her coldly. It was enough to freeze a cup of warm water in an instant.

Charlotte lowered her head and didn't meet his eyes. She was eating the steamed egg mechanically.

After a while, Sheryl and Mrs. Fuller Senior came back with a lot of food.

Sheryl put a strawberry in Charlotte's. Charlotte didn't want to spoil the child's mood, so she opened her mouth and ate it although her stomach did not feel too good.

After the meal.

As Sheryl wanted to feed the pigeons, so Charlotte accompanied her.

Mrs. Fuller Senior and Shane followed behind them.

"Mommy, you don't look so good." The little girl tilted her head and looked at Charlotte.

"I'm fine." Charlotte stretched out her hand and touched Sheryl's head.

Sheryl made an "oh" sound and didn't mention it again.

After playing for a while, Charlotte suddenly felt her stomach churning. She fell against the fountain and covered her mouth.

If she vomited in there, it would be difficult to clean it up.

As Charlotte thought about this, she forced herself to look for a trash can before she dared to puke a little.

What came out were the undigested strawberry and steamed eggs.

She leaned against a street lamp with a pale face.

"Mommy!" Sheryl grabbed Shane's hand and ran to the street lamp. "Daddy, look at Mommy. She looks ill today."

The little girl felt helpless. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Charlotte propped herself up and said with a weak smile, "Sheryl, Mommy is fine. It's just that I'm having a stomachache."

"You vomited blood!"

"That's strawberry, silly girl."

Sheryl blinked her eyes.

Mrs. Fuller Senior walked slower, and only arrived then to pull Sheryl to her side. "Shane, take Charlotte to see a doctor." "I've already called Henry over. Grandma, why don't you keep Sheryl company?"

"Alright. Quickly, take her back to rest."

"Yes."

Shane simply lifted Charlotte into his arms in a bridal carry and took her back to the room.

Charlotte's stomach felt terrible. She begged him in a low voice, "Stop carrying me. What if I vomit on you? Put me down, please?"

"I don't mind."

"But..." "That would be very awkward," Charlotte thought.

Shane ignored her.

Charlotte had been holding back all this time, but her brain didn't have the final say on her physical condition.

Her stomach couldn't take it anymore, so she leaned forward and threw up.

Shane didn't even frown. He ignored the strong smell of stomach acid and sped up his pace.

At this time, Charlotte felt weak. Her body was constantly trembling. She did not have time to care if he would feel disgusted by her. Instead, she curled up into his embrace.

Back in the room.

Shane carried her into the bathtub. He took off their outer clothes and turned on the hot water. "You should take a bath."

Charlotte nodded her head weakly.

Shane left the bathroom and poured a cup of warm water. When he returned to the bathroom, Charlotte was taking off her clothes. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn't expect that he would come back suddenly. She blinked her eyes.

"Do you have to take off your clothes before you can take a bath?" He knew that she was shy, so he turned his head away and did not look at her.

"Uh... I didn't expect you to come back."

"Whatever. Drink this."

Charlotte took the water and Shane left again.

Charlotte tasted the sweetness of the water. She smacked her lips and raised her glass curiously.

There was a thin layer of liquid at the bottom of the glass. It looked like dissolved syrup. It should be honey, right?

Shane was really considerate.

He had made her honey.

Charlotte looked at the glass of water, and she felt conflicted. Her body's tiredness made her mood unstable, so much so that some tears came out of her eyes.

She put down the glass, wiped her tears, and washed herself clean.

She pushed the door open.

A large amount of mist followed Charlotte into the room.

Shane, who had also taken a shower, looked back at her and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

He wore a dark blue nightgown, revealing a large expanse of well-defined muscles. There was a faint scar on his abdomen.

Charlotte was stunned and forgot to reply to him. She stared at the scar.

Shane got up and pulled his robe closed. "What, does Rick not show you his abdominal muscles?"

"I haven't seen them before... No, I'm not looking at your abdominal muscles. I'm looking at the scar." Charlotte was so embarrassed that her face turned red.

How long had she been staring at him?

Shane's mood was inexplicably improved. He lifted his lips, strode to her side, and grabbed her hand.

What was he trying to do?

Charlotte's breathing became heavier. She only felt him holding onto her hand on putting it on his sturdy body. Her fingertips became hot as he moved them along and finally stopped at the spot where the knife scar was.

Charlotte started feeling dizzy, she swallowed unconsciously and withdrew her hands in shock.

"You're already a mother. Can't you even handle this?" Shane said with sarcasm in his words.

It was all thanks to him that she became a mother!

Charlotte glared at him, "I didn't want to be a mother. Did you think I was willing?"

"Really? Sheryl quite likes me as her father."

"You! She has nothing to do with you!" Charlotte straightened her body to defend herself.

Her stomach suddenly was cramping.

Just as Charlotte was about to say something vicious, her body leaned heavily forward. Her forehead was covered in sweat from the pain.

Shane's pupils suddenly contracted, and he reached out to hold her in his arms.

"It hurts..." She closed her eyes and bit her lips. There was more and more sweat on her forehead.

"Henry should be arriving soon."

"Mm." She let out the sound through her nose.

Probably angered by his previous words, Charlotte rolled on the bed in pain. Still, Shane didn't talk to her.

Normally, Shane would keep a straight face, but when he saw her like this, his heart ached for her. He definitely wouldn't yell at her now.

He could only call Henry again and again.

When Henry rushed into the room, Shane was holding Charlotte in his arms and coaxing her in a low voice.

Henry was taken aback.

He had never seen Shane show such an expression to a woman.

It was a look of adoration, anxiety, and worry.

"What are you doing daydreaming at the door?" Shane said impatiently when he saw Henry taking his time coming over.

"It's quite surprising to see that you're treating a woman so well." Henry touched his nose and sat down beside them with a medical kit.

After a series of examinations.

Henry heaved a sigh of relief. "It's not a big deal."

"This isn't a big deal?" Shane frowned.

Charlotte looked as if she would die of pain at any moment.

"She hasn't had a proper meal in too long." Henry sighed. "Hey, you're already so rich, why are you torturing her like this?"

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Even if she asked you for work, you don't have to say yes. When it comes to dealing with workaholics, it's even harder to treat than some incurable disease." Henry said seriously.

Shane pursed his lips and helped Charlotte up. "Is there any medicine?"