Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 323

The next day.

Charlotte woke up with a start. She remembered that she had to pick up Anne today. However, it was already two hours past the agreed pick-up time. She unlocked her mobile phone with regret and intended to bear the brunt of Anne's anger. Unexpectedly, there was only a message from her.

"My brother has told me about the situation. You should have a good rest. There must be some misunderstanding between you and Shane. Resolve that, I am in no hurry."

Rick had picked up Anne himself. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and the heaviness in her heart eased.

She laid on the bed, her heart still pounding. Perhaps because she was too tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep again.

After a long time, the door suddenly opened and she saw that familiar face. Her wildly beating heart quieted down for a second before picking up pace again.

"You should eat," He stood at the doorway and said.

"I'm not hungry." Charlotte lowered her head and refused to look at him.

Shane frowned. He touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish, then helped her get dressed. Charlotte struggled but couldn't hold out against him.

"Let go of me," she resisted in a low voice.

"Don't move." Shane held her shoulder and forcibly clothed her.

Charlotte was angry and anxious at the mercy of Shane. Luckily, Shane was quick with his hands. He had managed to dress her in under five minutes, then wordlessly carried her to the bathroom.

He placed her in front of the mirror. He squeezed out some toothpaste on her toothbrush, hugged her from behind, and nudged it into her mouth.

Charlotte wasn't sure if she had hurt her ankle or her brain. Shane was taking care of her as if she was a child.

Charlotte was about to speak after rinsing her mouth, but Shane forced her to wash her face. He carried her to the dining room, intending to feed her. Charlotte was too tired to fend him off after being pushed around by him.

Charlotte sagged against the sofa after two mouthfuls of food, unwilling to open her eyes. "You forced me to wake up, and now you're forcing me to eat. Are you out of your mind?"

"You should have breakfast in the morning." He sat beside her and touched her forehead again. "You don't have a fever anymore, but you still have to take your anti-inflammatory medicine."

"I'm begging you." Charlotte shoved his hand away. "I don't want to take it."

Shane's eyes darkened. He grabbed her lower jaw and forced the medicine and water into her mouth. Charlotte widened her eyes and swallowed before shouting, "Shane, are you out of your mind?"

The dam of emotions broke loose.

Two of them stared at each other wordlessly.

Moments later.

Shane picked up his suit and walked out. Ignoring him, Charlotte began to cry loudly while feeling aggrieved.

Shane stopped at the door and turned his body stiffly. He saw her squashing a pillow in her arms with tears and snot spilling down her face. She looked like a child whose toy had been taken away.

Compassion no longer allowed him to leave.

Shane walked towards her again and held her in his arms. Charlotte struggled with all her strength, but in the end she could only slump in his arms. She wiped her tears and snot on him in an act of childish and disgusting retaliation, although she did not understand why she wanted to retaliate.

"Don't cry." Shane's voice was hoarse.

Charlotte cried harder.

Shane couldn't help laughing. He held her face and wiped her tears. "I don't know what to do when you cry."

"The mighty Mr. Fuller doesn't know what to do?" Charlotte's eyes were red as she sobbed.

"A family is not a company, and you are not a subordinate. He doesn't know what to do." Shane's voice was gentle as he coaxed Charlotte.

"Is that so?"

"Don't cry. If you don't want to stay home, shall I take you out?"

Charlotte shook her head. She just wanted to stay home.

Shane ignored her wishes and picked her up once again. Charlotte resumed struggling. "I didn't say I wanted to go out. Let go of me, I don't want to go out!"

"You will be sad at home."

Charlotte quieted down. She stopped struggling and buried her head in his chest, allowing him to carry her out of the villa.