Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 107

Charlotte helplessly raised the corner of her lips and fixed her eyes on Sheryl's palm-sized face. She looked like Shane.

Three days later.

"Where are you?"

Charlotte glanced at the name on her phone. After confirming that it was Shane, she immediately answered obediently, "I'm at the office. I'm not slacking off."

In his own office, Shane, who was flipping through some files with his slender fingers, couldn't help twitching his mouth and said, "Come here."

"What's the matter? Hey-"

Charlotte looked at the suddenly disconnected phone with impatience. She pouted her red lips slightly and reluctantly walked out of the secretary's office.

Actually, she had been half- intentionally hiding from Shane for the past few days. Everything task Zoe gave her was quickly completed and handed back so that she could avoid making any contact with Shane.

When she saw Charlotte walk past her step by step, Zoe gave Charlotte a meaningful glance and smiled.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Through the camera, Shane saw the sneaky figure of the woman standing outside the door and was immediately in a good mood.

"Mr. Fuller, you were looking for me?"

"That's right."

Shane spread out his hands and looked calmly at the woman standing nearby him. She had been keeping a consistent distance from him from the beginning. He waved his hand at her.

When he saw that Charlotte dragging her feet at his beckoning, he felt even more amused.

"Do you think I'm scary?"

"You're not scary."

Charlotte quickly shook her head. Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she continued, "You're so brilliant and mighty, how could you be scary? Anyone would be rushing to get close to you."

"This includes you too?"

Shane let out a strange laugh as he stared at Charlotte's evasive eyes.

"Yes."

Charlotte nodded her head. She could clearly sense that the atmosphere around her was gradually changing. She took a deep breath, thinking that she had managed to handle this problem without trouble.

"I'm taking you to meet someone."

Charlotte was immediately confused by Shane's next words. Before she could think about it, she already blurted out.

"Who are we meeting?"

In a short few seconds, Charlotte had already dreamt up a few possible scenarios.

"We're meeting someone you are familiar with."

Before Charlotte could react, Shane had already pulled Charlotte out of the office. Cole was already waiting on the first floor.

"Mr. Fuller, I've already gotten in touch, but the place is too remote, so the journey will take about a day."

Cole opened the car door respectfully.

"A day? Wouldn't that take two days both ways? What about Sheryl?"

Charlotte asked in surprise. Her delicate face was filled with worry as she kept looking out of the window. She nearly jumped out of the car and left.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fuller. I've already asked Mr. Collins to pick up Sheryl. He should be at your friend's place now."

Cole smiled and looked through the rearview mirror at the indecisive Charlotte. He realized that Shane didn't have any intention of explaining, so he was diffuse to break the awkward situation himself.

"Thank you."

After she stiffly spat out those two words, Charlotte directly isolated herself within the narrow space and did not say a single word during the entire journey.

Half an hour later, because there had been too many things happening recently, Charlotte's eyelids fluttered tiredly and her eyelashes trembled. Finally, she leaned against the car window and fell asleep with her breath coming evenly.

Shane, who was sitting next to her, took a look at the woman who was sleeping uneasily. A trace of heartache inexplicably welled up in his heart.

At that moment, Sheryl was glaring at Braden, who had been singing loudly all through the car ride. She wanted to open her mouth and say something but obediently kept quiet instead.

After all, she would be in someone else's house. She had to be polite to them.

When the red Maserati stopped in front of a familiar apartment, Sheryl had already opened the door, gotten out of the passenger seat, and run out before Braden could open the door.

"Sheryl, slow down."

Anne waved at Sheryl dotingly and lifted the backpack on her shoulder up a few times.

"Aunt Jane, I missed you!"