Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 227

Charlotte hadn't had a good night's sleep. It was already past seven o'clock when she woke up in the morning. She hurriedly brushed her teeth, washed her face, then ran to the kitchen.

She was dumbfounded.

Shane was standing in front of the stove. His movements were elegant and natural as if he was carving a piece of art. He moved the food onto a plate and garnished it with several sauces.

Everything was done in one breath. It was as beautiful as a painting.

"Let's eat." He looked up at her. "Do you think you'll be full just by standing there like a fool?”

"You woke up so early." Charlotte walked over and sat down.

"I'll take you to the supermarket to buy some groceries today."

Shane sat next to her, held her chin with his long fingers, and examined her cheeks.

It was indeed less swollen, but the wound was still healing. It might take a while for it to recover.

"Is there no food at home?"

"Yea."

"But today is Wednesday."

"I have a professional CEO."

Alright then.

In the end, Charlotte still went to the supermarket with Shane.

Because they were staying at his house, so most of the things they bought were for him. Charlotte knew Shane's preferences quite well, so she knew what to buy for him.

But when she was selecting seasonings, she hesitated between black pepper and garlic. Generally speaking, these two seasonings were equally delicious, but she didn't know which one Shane would have preferred.

"I don't eat garlic." Shane cast her a sidelong glance.

Charlotte immediately put the garlic seasoning back and placed the black pepper into the cart. She tilted her head and asked, "Why?"

"It's not convenient for business discussions."

That was true.

It would definitely be awkward if there was a stench coming from your mouth.

For the rest of the shopping process, Charlotte tried to choose less pungent seasonings. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

It was already close to noon when they finished buying groceries. Charlotte was struggling to carry all the items indoors.

Shane was sitting in the car the whole time as he answered a phone call. He didn't allow her to listen to it, so she had no choice but to do the hard work.

The two of them bought a lot of things. It was extremely exhausting for her to carry everything on her own.

Charlotte was a little worn out, so she simply leaned against the wall next to the corridor to rest. After a while, she heard someone walking into the corridor to press the lift button.

"Don't tell anyone for the time being."

Was it Shane?

Charlotte stole a glance at him. At first, she was trying to eavesdrop on him, but Shane had already seen her before he even started to speak.

The muscles all over Charlotte's body instantly stiffened. She stood in the same spot and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Shane narrowed his eyes and said into his phone, "You can go to work first."

He put his phone away and walked over to Charlotte.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she quickly

explained.

"And you didn't peek at me on purpose too?"

"Mr. Fuller, you look so handsome. It would be a loss if I don't steal a few glances at you."

Charlotte thought that her EQ had never been that high.

These words were simply impeccable.

"So handsome?"

Charlotte nodded.

"You think that it'd be a pity if you don't look at me?"

Charlotte nodded again.

Shane nodded thoughtfully. "Follow me upstairs."

Charlotte really thought that she had escaped the situation.

However, peace only lasted until before lunch. Shane walked into his study, took out a book to read, and asked her to stare at him while sitting opposite him.

Just like that, she stared at him for two hours straight.

"Mr. Fuller..."

"Have you seen enough?" He raised his head.

A pair of cold and malicious eyes looked straight at her, causing her scalp to tingle.

Charlotte's head hung low. "I know I was wrong. I definitely won't eavesdrop on your phone call or peek at you in the future anymore."

"You didn't sound sincere enough. Keep staring."

"Mr. Fuller, I'm not your employee. What right do you have to punish me..." Her grievance turned to frustration.

"You don't want to? Then you can go back to Sheryl and explain how you got the wound on your face."

Charlotte bit her lips.

This man!

She held her gaze and looked at him.

Shane was indeed a handsome man. His nose, eyes, and especially his mouth...

Charlotte subconsciously reached out to touch her lips, as if the touch of his lips from last night was still lingering on hers.

Patter—

Charlotte jolted upwards in shock.

"What are you thinking about?" He stared straight at her.

III II

She couldn't possibly say that she was thinking about his kiss, could she?

That would sound so low of her.

Charlotte shook her head forcefully. "I wasn't thinking about anything. Nothing at all!"

Shane smirked and got up to stand beside her. He leaned over and pulled her closer to him. Charlotte instinctively backed off and fell straight onto the ground.

It was so painful.

She glared at him.

This man clearly had the chance to help her!

"Charlotte, since you were thinking about me, why are you still playing hard to get?"

"I wasn't!"

"Were you not thinking about me, or were you not playing hard to get?"

"No, I was absolutely doing neither. Are you kidding? Why would I like you? You..." Charlotte's voice came to an abrupt halt.

At that moment, she actually couldn't find anything flawed about him as a reason to refute.

Why wouldn't she like him?

Charlotte pushed herself up and got up from the ground. Gently, she rubbed her sore skin and said in an obstinate manner, "No matter what, I will never like you."

Shane arched his eyebrows and sat back at his desk. "You can go now."

Finally, she was liberated.

Charlotte immediately left the study.

However.

Shane's appearance was stuck in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it. She was thinking of him when she was cooking, staring at him when they were having dinner.

When she lay in her bed, looking at the ceiling, he was still there, in her mind.

The next day.

Charlotte didn't sleep well.

Shane was in her dreams all night.

She did so many things with him in her dreams. The normal things included attending meetings and having dinner together. The unusual things were that they raced and played golf together. What was even more abnormal was that she actually took the initiative to pin him down.

What was in her brain?

Crap?

If she placed Shane in her mind for 2 hours, would the crap automatically turn into his face?

Charlotte was sluggishly making breakfast. After she hurriedly finished it, she ran back to the room.

She didn't want to bump into Shane.

The weird and sudden state of living together lasted for five consecutive days.

On the morning of the fifth day, Charlotte realized that the wound on her face was no longer visible.

She let out a sigh of relief and went to the kitchen to cook after washing up.

Only then did she realize that there was no more food.

She didn't know what to do.

Apart from the groceries they bought at the supermarket five days ago, she hadn't bought any extra groceries for them. She still remembered when they were shopping the other day, she thought that everything was enough for them. But Shane had to take an extra bag of bread, some eggs, and ham sausages.

And these were all that was left.

Did he actually calculate that?

Charlotte was cooking, but her mind had already wandered to unknown places.

As she was placing the breakfast on the table, Shane had just finished washing up.

"It's time for breakfast," she said.

"Okay," the man replied. He then took his seat with a document in his hand.

Charlotte didn't look at the document. She knew that Shane had the habit of reading documents or a book while drinking coffee.

Out of her expectation, he wasn't reading it. He then pushed the document over to let her see after finishing his meal.

"This is..."

"Take a look."

Charlotte doubtingly opened the document.

It was the share transfer letter of Emerson Corporation. She estimated that if she combined these shares with the shares in her hands, she could compete with Christopher and Elaine.

"Sorry, I can't accept this."

"Look carefully, these shares are not for you."

Charlotte's gaze shifted downwards. The second she saw the name, she was stunned.

Yes, Sheryl Emerson.

In other words, as Charlotte Emerson, there was no way she could give Sheryl's shares to anyone. She also couldn't reject these shares.

Shane picked up his coffee and took a sip, his gaze landed on her pale face.

"Before Sheryl turns 18, her shares will be under your care. And because she's not capable to manage these shares before she's 18, your right to transfer them will be suspended."

Charlotte smiled bitterly.

She put down the document and looked at him. "Meaning that Sheryl can only stand by my side for now, making her my shareholder, and will not be able to make her own decisions."

Shane nodded.

"Most importantly, even if Sheryl dies, her shares will not belong to me, nor will it fall into anyone else's hands."

"So you granted her a token of survival that allows her to do whatever she wants in front of Christopher and Elaine?"

At this point, Charlotte's voice was already a little hoarse.