Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 181

Charlotte had used her actions to tell him that if something like that happened again, she would not hesitate to die for him.

Shane put down the phone, his long fingers played with her hair. "Why are you being so silly because I'm taking care of someone else?"

He murmured to himself.

He seemed to ask the question of her and himself.

Charlotte's sleep-steady breathing answered him.

He had to protect that person. Otherwise, he would betrapped in his memories forever.

Shane's gaze became deeper and deeper.

Rick's words became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Would a future him blame himself again? Was he now doing Charlotte wrong by not being responsible for what he did?

The next day.

Charlotte woke up and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Only then did she realize that she had been brought home by Shane.

It was only when she saw the hickeys on her neck and collarbone that she belatedly realized what had happened yesterday.

She gazed at herself in the mirror. She did not feel any fear. On the contrary, she felt humiliated.

What on earth did she do yesterday?

She held on to her toothbrush. Her fingers went stiff.

Squeak—

The bathroom door opened.

Cold fingers landed on her shoulder. A face that she was so familiar with appeared behind her.

"I've prepared breakfast. I'll take you home after you eat it."

"Yesterday, we..." Her voice was very hoarse. She must have been able to control herself last night, she had used her voice too much.

"As you can tell."

Shane had already gotten ready for her interrogation.

He had even prepared a script.

Anyway, Tiffany was abroad now. It would be difficult even if he wanted to protect her. He didn't necessarily have to sacrifice his marriage.

Perhaps, he could tell Charlotte that he already knows everything, that she was the woman he encountered five years ago... and that Sheryl was his daughter.

Charlotte simply laughed. "Forget it. Pretend that I wasn't here."

"What?" Shane frowned.

"I helped you just to return the favor. Yesterday, I drank too much, so I didn't refuse..."

"Charlotte, it's best if you think clearly about what you're going to say to me." His voice deepened.

Charlotte put down her toothbrush and looked into Shane's eyes through the mirror. "I said, I didn't turn you down yesterday not because I have feelings for you. I was drunk and confused. I apologize if I've misled you."

She was very clear-headed.

She had never been so clear- headed ever before.

The veins on Shane's jaw protruded. He gnashed his teeth forcefully. He spoke through clenched teeth, "Charlotte, are you playing with me?"

"I wouldn't dare, it's precisely because I wouldn't dare that I have to make it clear. I didn't manage to control myself, and I even meddled in your affairs. In the future, I'll try my best to control myself, I..."

Bang-

Shane turned around and slammed the door shut.

Charlotte's eyes turned red.

She could not convince herself to accept him.

He treated the Allen sisters so well. He had been the one to bring up divorce. It wasn't that he needed her by his side.

However.

Rick was different.

It had to be her by his side.

Charlotte hurriedly brushed her teeth and washed her face. She left the bathroom and walked to the living room. The food that had been prepared was in the trash can. Shane was sitting on the sofa, his fingers nimbly handled the laptop on his knees.

She didn't say anything and left with her head lowered.

The moment she closed the door, she knew that she could no longer do anything like go to him like a moth to a flame in the future.

Everything was over.

After returning home.

Charlotte asked the kitchen for a bowl of plain porridge.

The Jane siblings and Braden didn't seem to be there. Sheryl had also gone to kindergarten. Charlotte was sitting alone in the sunroom.

It was clearly warm, but she felt cold and lifeless.

"Did you get back alone?"

"Rick," She answered.

Rick came to sit beside her and pulled her into his embrace. He pursed his lips as he pulled open Charlotte's collar. Charlotte struggled, but her collarbone still felt a chill.

She looked down.

At some point, Rick had opened a tube of cream and he was now smearing the ice-cold transparent cream on her hickeys.

"Does it hurt?"

"No..."