Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 101

Anne looked at the person who was sitting quietly beside her and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Lottie, let's go shopping." When she finally caught the person's eyes, Anne continued, "We haven't gone shopping for a long time. We are seldom free. Why don't we go shopping and watch a movie after that? There's a new movie recently."

Charlotte had just straightened up, but now she was dragged up from her seat. She smiled helplessly and could only nod in agreement.

"Anne, where is my suitcase?"

"Here it is."

Anne pushed the luggage in the corner toward her friend with a helpless look. She couldn't help urging Charlotte, "Lottie, you're too slow."

"It's just the way I am."

Charlotte was in a good mood when she saw the glum look on Anne's face.

It was half an hour later when the two of them finally walked out of the apartment.

"Lottie, let's go downtown directly and buy something first. But I have to tell you that I am not in charge of cooking. I absolutely don't want to enter the kitchen."

Anne said like a spoiled brat.

"Look at that smug face of yours. I want to punch you in the face."

Charlotte shook her head helplessly. She slowly shifted her gaze to the rows of high-rise buildings outside the car window.

On their way downtown, they inevitably passed by the Emerson Corporation office building. Anne silently glanced at Charlotte. She sighed in relief when she did not notice that there was anything unusual with Charlotte.

However, Anne's relieved sigh did not escape Charlotte's eyes. Charlotte wasn't calm at all. She just hid her emotions well.

Emerson Corporation was the only thing her mother let her. Sooner or later, she would take it back!

"We're here."

Anne opened the car door excitedly and waved at Charlotte, who sat next to her.

"We haven't been here for a long time."

Charlotte couldn't help but sigh.

"Humph, even if you come here, you only go to the children's clothing stores. You never buy anything for yourself."

Anne spoke in a sarcastic tone.

But deep down, she thought that if she had an adorable daughter, she would give the child everything."

"Come on, I'll help you transform yourself. Let everyone see the new you."

Anne smiled cunningly and ran into the mall while holding Charlotte's hand.

Standing at the door of a hair salon, Charlotte was hesitant, but she was pushed in by Anne.

"Anne!"

"Welcome."

The receptionist at the front desk bowed to Anne and Charlotte, beckoning them toward the lobby.

"Come on, let's go in."

Anne glanced at the photos of hairstyles on the wall. She rubbed her chin silently, as if thinking about something.

"Excuse me, do you want to style your hair?"

Suddenly, a man's voice rang out and startled Anne.

"Yeah. My friend wants a makeover," Anne

said.

"I don't want to change my hairstyle for the time being. I've come here to shop with you."

Charlotte protested helplessly.

Although she was a designer who could produce the most avant- garde works, she herself wasn't stylish and chic in any way.

Ten years ago, as the heiress of Emerson Corporation, she was destined to attract attention wherever she went. But now, she only wanted to keep a low profile and minimize her sense of presence.

"Sit down. You can't make the hairstylist wait, can you?"

Anne used her final trump card. She placed her hands directly on Charlotte's shoulders and continued, "I know that you don't want to be too eye-catching. But you should shed your dull pretense. Stop hiding and compromising. It won't do you any good."