Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 233

Shane didn't reply. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her small face.

Charlotte rested against him for a while before she managed to pick herself up. Even as she walked, she was still unsteady. She wanted to return to her office to eat something sugary.

But what about Shane?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and eventually decided to invite Shane. "Shane, do you want to come and take a seat in my office?"

Lets go.

She hung her head low and led the way.

Charlotte's office was stark. It didn't look like a woman's office.

Shane had met quite a lot of female CEOs from different companies. Most of them would decorate their rooms with plants, and some would even put up photo frames.

There were no decorations on Charlotte's desk. Only a pen, notebook, a computer, and a hand cream next to the mouse could be seen.

The design style was more of a cold color scheme.

Shane didn't know why but he thought that the office looked a little familiar. His lips curled into a slight smile when he saw the color combination of the bookshelf. "Does Ms. Emerson have the habit of replicating other people's office design style?" "This was an accident." She poured him a cup of coffee and said, "At that time, I was in a hurry to find an office, and the renovation was also in a rush, so I bought a ready- made bookshelf instead."

"Why don't you use Rick's?"

"His office is painted white. That's an unlucky color."

"That's it?"

What else could it be?

Charlotte asked in confusion, "What did you expect?"

Shane took a sip of his coffee, put the cup on the table, and walked out.

Charlotte sat in her seat while eating chocolate. Before she could even react, he had already disappeared.

What did she say to offend him?

After she finished eating the chocolate, Charlotte wiped her hands and prepared to read some documents. But how could one recover from low blood sugar in such a short time?

She was feeling dizzier.

Rendered helpless, she put down the documents and leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a trail of fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

Shane was carrying a lot of bags in his hands. He then placed them all on her desk.

There were some cakes and desserts. But because the bags and packages were not opened, she could barely see what was inside.

"Come eat." He sat down in front of her, taking the documents away from her.

Before Charlotte could even react, Shane had already taken out his pen to solve all the problems that were bugging her.

He was so familiar with it that it made people's heart ache.

"When you are the busiest, how many documents do you have to deal with?" Charlotte opened the package as she looked at him.

"Not much." He paused. "Around 30."

Thirty.

It was actually not a huge number. It was not even the biggest number among all the two- digit numbers.

However, Charlotte did a mental calculation of the time she'd used to settle one document. It was roughly ten to thirty minutes. And she hadn't even included the time she spent checking or correcting the documents with her staff.

The processing time of 30 documents should be at least more than ten hours.

"In a day?" she asked again.

"In three hours or so." Shane finished reading a document for her and put it back in front of her. "This Peter Brown. You can put him to good use."

She nodded and stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth. As if realizing something all of a sudden, she shot up her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "Shane, is Peter your man?"

"No."

"I want you to swear that he's not your man."

"I swear."

Charlotte smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

Shane stared deep into her eyes. Those long fingers on his knees curled into his palms.

She knew that Peter was his man.

She also knew that, he knew that she knew Peter

was his man.

So that was why she asked him to swear. She hoped that he would ignore his conscience and abandon his initial thoughts to admit that this person was a gift he gave to her and not a kind of monitor.

She grew faster than he had imagined.