Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 41

"Really?” Hearing Sheryl’s remark, a faint smile formed on his thin lips. He then gently reached out his pinky and said, "That makes us good friends."

"Uh-huh!" Sherly extended her little pinky and hooked it with Shane's, and the two made a pinky promise.

"Pinky promise. Sheryl and Mr. Handsome are the best of friends."

It was a once-in-a-blue-moon experience to see this jolly, childish side of Shane. Charlotte was too flabbergasted for jealousy and, instead, she let out a series of giggles.

Sheryl turned to look at her and said, "Mommy, come over here! Let's all make a pinky promise together. Promise that we’ll all be best friends."

"No thanks," Charlotte rejected her offer with a slight grin and stuck out her tongue playfully. She then turned and walked into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Mischief was not something one would see on Charlotte when she was in the office. At once, the tenderness on Shane's face grew more and more apparent, but he was so caught up in the moment that he failed to notice such changes in himself.

Charlotte opened the refrigerator door only to find that it was almost empty. In it were some vegetables, three tomatoes, and half a dozen eggs. Nothing more.

'I can't possibly whip anything up with these!’ she mused, slightly panicking to herself.

With a palm to her forehead, Charlotte glimpsed at Shane. She wasn't sure if she could serve these to Shane. They may not be up to par with the standards of a CEO.

In the blink of an eye, Charlotte took the ingredients out and decided to go simple with white rice complemented by a couple of dishes. 'Who cares if Shane likes it?'

'It would be best if he doesn't!'

As Charlotte hustled about in the kitchen, Sheryl’s crisp laughter would occasionally pass into her ears from the living room.

Charlotte listened quietly as she cracked the eggs into the pan to fry. A gratifying smile crept upon her face inadvertently.

She was so carried away by the laughter and chatter that she didn' t notice the eggs starting to char. Whiffs of smoke blew right into her face.

Realizing belatedly what was happening to the eggs, Charlotte frantically put out the fire. Right as she was about to plate the eggs, a large hand snatched away the spatula she was holding.

She abruptly turned to find Shane standing right behind her, looking down at her.

"You..."

"Get out of the way," Shane ordered.

Faced with his domineering demeanour, Charlotte obediently stepped aside, totally forgetting that she was on her own turf.

She watched Shane with bewilderment as he fried up the rest of the eggs with an effortless flick of his hand.

His movements were so slick that he looked like a chef from every angle.