Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 222

Rick looked at Charlotte from behind and clenched his fist. But soon, he let go, switched on the computer in front of him, and clicked on the video call button.

He flashed a gentle and sincere smile and said as if nothing had happened, "I'm really sorry about that. I had to deal with some personal affairs."

"Hahahahaha. It turns out that Mr. Jane has private affairs as well. Was it your fiancee?"

Fiancee.

She was not anymore.

Rick wanted to speak his mind, but he nodded instead.

"Women are hard to please, but it's impossible to leave them," the other said with a smile.

Would it be impossible to leave her? He wouldn't feel that way. He could handle everything.

He could.

A person can love you as much as they can hate you.

Charlotte couldn't recall where she had seen this sentence before. She just felt that at this moment, this sentence could explain all of Rick's behavior.

Charlotte decided to return to Rick's villa to pack up hers and Sheryl's luggage. She placed Sheryl's luggage at Shane's place, but she didn't tell him.

As for her own...

Charlotte was slightly overwhelmed. Despite the expansive sky and massive land, she had no idea where she could go. Suddenly, she thought of the freighters she saw last night and decided to go to the beach to have a look.

No matter how big the temperature difference between day and night was, it couldn't make up for the natural coldness and moisture of the beach.

Today's weather was not very pleasant either. It was gloomy and cloudy, making people feel rather low-spirited.

"Miss, it's you again. Why haven't I seen Mr. Fuller today?" A freighter took the initiative to walk over and said.

"You know me?" Charlotte came back to her senses, feeling a little surprised.

"Oh! I saw both of you last night. When it's three in the afternoon, and I've had enough sleep. I'll come out to work."

The freighter seemed to be at least forty years old. Despite his old age, he still stayed up at night to work. Maybe one day...

Charlotte felt bad for him. She couldn't help but ask, "Mister, is your family not doing well financially?"

The freighter laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "How do you know that? I have a younger brother and a younger sister. Both of them are still going to school. I also have a wife, and we're expecting a child. Honestly, it was still fine. After all, I've been raising them for so many years. The year before last year, my father..."

The freighter worked really hard to support his family. He had to take care of his elders and younger siblings. The elders were sick, and the younger ones were still not able to sustain themself.

Not to mention saving money, it would be great for him to have enough money to spend every month.

"Mister, I don't have much money with me, but you can take this if you need..."

"No, no, no, Miss. I know you must be rich because you came with Mr. Fuller. I came over to talk to you because you looked kind. I was afraid that you would catch a cold here alone. I really didn't mean anything else."

"Mister, I know that you're kind-hearted, but this money isn't much. It won't affect me even if you take it." Charlotte just wanted to help.

The freighter smiled shyly and said, "Miss, you don't understand. Handouts are... addictive. If I take your money this time, then I will absolutely take someone else's next time. Who will still work hard if they keep taking money from others?"

Charlotte didn't expect the freighter to have such good moral reasoning. She immediately got up and bowed to him to apologize, "Sorry, mister."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize for this. Come on, I'll introduce you to the other people. If you really want to help us, just give us more work to do. People like us are willing to do anything!"

For the whole afternoon.

Charlotte got to know all the people who worked at the pier.

Their simple enthusiasm made her heart, which had yet to be broken, fill with warmth.

When dusk had fallen, she had no way but to go back to the city to find somewhere to stay. That was when a streak of sadness arose in her heart.

Along the way, some too many people had helped her. She had gradually gotten used to that.

This time, she must get through this on her own.

Charlotte was earnestly thinking about the idea. But before she even had the chance to check in when she arrived at the hotel, she saw a familiar man sitting in the lobby, looking like he was searching for someone.

She wouldn't be that unlucky, would she?

She lowered her head, pretended that she didn't see him, and walked towards the reception desk.

"Charlotte."

The man, who had been sitting, was already standing in front of her at this moment.

Charlotte was so shocked that she stopped walking. Due to inertia, her body couldn't help but fall backward.

Shane held her waist with one hand. Her soft body felt cold in his arms. He frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

She pushed him away embarrassedly and said, "Today, I went to the beach that we went to yesterday and chatted with the freighters for a while."

"Bring your luggage and follow me upstairs."