Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 121

Charlotte followed Shane out of the old mansion in a daze. It wasn't until she sat in the car that she regained her senses. She frowned as she looked at the man in the driver's seat.

"Actually, you shouldn't have argued with Raina Fuller for me. It's not worth it."

After all, she's doing it for your own good...

Charlotte didn't finish thinking the second half of the sentence. She lowered her head, not daring to look straight into his sharp and penetrating eyes.

"It wasn't for you."

Shane hid the expression on his face completely. Suddenly, he felt an itch on his back. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"It wasn't for you..." Charlotte thought.

These words kept echoing in Charlotte's ears. Bitterness gradually spread out from through her mouth.

Indeed, she felt that it was not worth it for such an outstanding man to do this for her. Charlotte was probably thinking too much.

Why did she suddenly feel a pain in her heart?

Shane concentrated on the itching on his back, which was spreading all over his body. He didn't notice the pale face of the woman in the backseat.

After the car stopped, Shane got out of it. He opened the door of the back seat and said with a blank expression, "I have to go out. Go into the house first."

"Okay."

Charlotte nodded, pretending as if nothing had happened. She turned her gaze toward Shane, clearly sensing that something wasn't right with him.

She clearly remembered that he didn't drink just now, so why was his face so red?

"What's wrong with you?"

Charlotte asked in confusion.

"It's okay, don't wait for me to come home."

After Shane gave the simple explanation, he didn't even look at Charlotte's slowing footsteps before driving away.

Half an hour later, Shane parked the car in Fairfield Residence. He quickly opened the door and stepped out with his long legs.

"Ding dong-Ding dong-"

"Why are you here?"

Henry looked at the person standing at the door and was even more puzzled.

"Help me look at this."

Shane gave a brief order and immediately took off his shirt, revealing the red and swollen tan skin all over his body.

"God, what did you do?"

Henry covered his mouth with his hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane's back for a while, but it seemed that he was observing carefully.

"Don't talk nonsense. Get some medicine."

Shane glared coldly at expressionless Henry, but he had nowhere to vent the anger he felt in his heart.

"Go get some medicine from the hospital. I don't have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly walked to a table at the corner. He could not help but complain, "What on earth did you eat?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in your private life. It's just because, as a doctor, I care for my patients. Do you understand?"

Henry was almost thrown into a panic. He shrugged innocently.

"I ate some onions." "Do you think I'm stupid? I know that you never touch onions. It's at least 100 meters away from you when others eat it."

Henry could not help but roll his eyes.

Shane didn't explain. When he felt the cold ointment on his back, much of the anxiety in his heart dissipated.