Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 67

Not long after Charlotte got home and sat herself down on the couch, her phone started ringing. It was a call from Anne.

As soon as she picked up the call, Anne's voice streamed through the speakers. It was laced with concern as she asked, "Lottie, are you alright? Are you back home?"

"Yeah, lam."

"What does Shane want from you?"

"How'd you know it was Shane?" Charlotte pondered for a moment. She was quite sure that she hadn't told Anne about it.

Anne replied nonchalantly, "I checked the license plate number; it belongs to Fuller Group. I just assumed it had got to be Shane."

It was because of this that she managed to be at ease. Otherwise, she would have tailed the limousine when it left.

With Anne's explanation, Charlotte felt a flurry of warmth gush into her heart.

She was truly blessed to have such a terrific best friend in her life.

Without waiting for Anne to fire her questions, Charlotte let her in on every little detail, including why he had sought her out this time around.

When Charlotte was finally done, Anne's mouth had opened so wide it could fit an egg. "Wait, stop. Save it for later. I'll come over in a few, so tell it to my face."

Her last syllable had barely gotten through the line when she hastily hung up the phone.

Sure enough, Anne sped all the way down and showed up at Charlotte’ s door within minutes.

"You actually came!" Charlotte pulled open the door and stared Anne down in disbelief.

She turned around to read the time off the clock on the wall. It was almost the dead of night.

"Is Sheryl asleep?" asked Anne.

Charlotte nodded.

"Great, we'll split the bed tonight."

After washing up, the two ladies crawled into bed and huddled against one another.

It was as if they were brought back to the times when they were still abroad for school.

"You're saying that Shane Fuller proposed a contractual marriage with you," Anne repeated stiffly, still dubious of the whole idea.

To think that Shane Fuller, president of Fuller Group, was about to marry!

"Here, take a look for yourself." Charlotte reached toward the bedside table and retrieved the agreement to show it to Anne.

Anne took the contract and got up into a cross- legged sitting position. Placing the document across her lap, she began flipping through and skimming the pages.

Having breezed through it once, Anne didn't seem to find any terms that would put Charlotte at a disadvantage.