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Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Chapter 107
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Charlotte helplessly raised the corner of her lips and fixed her eyes on Sheryl's palm-sized face. She looked like Shane.

Three days later.

"Where are you?" Charlotte glanced at the non her phone. After confirming that it was Shane, she immediately answered obediently, "I'm at the office. I'm not slacking off." In his own office, Shane, who was flipping through sfiles with his slender fingers, couldn't help twitching his mouth and said, "Chere." "What's the matter? Hey-" Charlotte looked at the suddenly disconnected phone with impatience. She pouted her red lips slightly and reluctantly walked out of the secretary's office.

Actually, she had been half- intentionally hiding from Shane for the past few days. Everything task Zoe gave her was quickly completed and handed back so that she could avoid making any contact with Shane.

When she saw Charlotte walk past her step by step, Zoe gave Charlotte a meaningful glance and smiled. "Knock knock." "Cin." Through the camera, Shane saw the sneaky figure of the woman standing outside the door and was immediately in a good mood.

"Mr. Fuller, you were looking for me?" "That's right." Shane spread out his hands and looked calmly at the woman standing nearby him. She had been keeping a consistent distance from him from the beginning. He waved his hand at her. When he saw that Charlotte dragging her feet at his beckoning, he felt even more amused.

"Do you think I'm scary?" "You're not scary." Charlotte quickly shook her head. Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she continued, "You're so brilliant and mighty, how could you be scary? Anyone would be rushing to get close to you." "This includes you too?" Shane let out a strange laugh as he stared at Charlotte's evasive eyes.

"Yes." Charlotte nodded her head. She could clearly sense that the atmosphere around her was gradually changing. She took a deep breath, thinking that she had managed to handle this problem without trouble. "I'm taking you to meet someone." Charlotte was immediately confused by Shane's next words. Before she could think about it, she already blurted out.

"Who are we meeting?" In a short few seconds, Charlotte had already dreamt up a few possible scenarios.

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"We're meeting someone you are familiar with." Before Charlotte could react, Shane had already pulled Charlotte out of the office. Cole was already waiting on the first floor.

"Mr. Fuller, I've already gotten in touch, but the place is too remote, so the journey will take about a day." Cole opened the car door respectfully.

"A day? Wouldn't that take two days both ways? What about Sheryl?" Charlotte asked in surprise. Her delicate face was filled with worry as she kept looking out of the window. She nearly jumped out of the car and left.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fuller. I've already asked Mr. Collins to pick up Sheryl. He should be at your friend's place now." Cole smiled and looked through the rearview mirror at the indecisive Charlotte. He realized that Shane didn't have any intention of explaining, so he was diffuse to break the awkward situation himself. "Thank you." After she stiffly spat out those two words, Charlotte directly isolated herself within the narrow space and did not say a single word during the entire journey.

Half an hour later, because there had been too many things happening recently, Charlotte's eyelids fluttered tiredly and her eyelashes trembled. Finally, she leaned against the car window and fell asleep with her breath coming evenly.

Shane, who was sitting next to her, took a look at the woman who was sleeping uneasily. A trace of heartache inexplicably welled up in his heart.

At that moment, Sheryl was glaring at Braden, who had been singing loudly all through the car ride. She wanted to open her mouth and say something but obediently kept quiet instead. After all, she would be in someone else's house. She had to be polite to them.

When the red Maserati stopped in front of a familiar apartment, Sheryl had already opened the door, gotten out of the passenger seat, and run out before Braden could open the door. "Sheryl, slow down." Anne waved at Sheryl dotingly and lifted the backpack on her shoulder up a few times. "Aunt Jane, I missed you!" "I love how much of a sweet-talker you are." Anne was very fond of the little girl in front of her.

When Anne saw Braden sauntering over with his car keys, she could clearly hear a soft snort coming from Sheryl who was clinging to her arm.

It seemed that Sheryl was not satisfied with Braden.

Anne gave Braden, who was standing in front of her, a look, but the latter shrugged innocently.

"Where did Shane take Lottie?" Anne asked suspiciously. She suddenly couldn't understand why Shane, who had always spoiled his daughter, would be willing to send Sheryl here through Braden.

"How would I know what Shane is up to?" Braden raised his eyebrows and explained helplessly.

"Sheryl, where do you want to go?" "The amusement park." Sheryl's soft child's voice cfrom behind her, which softened Anne's heart in an instant.

"Sure." Anne quickly agreed. She put the little girl who had been hanging onto her on the ground and held her hand. Sheryl's exclamations as she looked out the window made Anne, who was sitting next to her, excited to look out of the window as well. She was ready and waiting to answer any questions the child beside her had. "Stop here." Anne shouted at Braden, who was in the driver's seat, without any warning.

When Braden heard the sound coming from the back seat, he immediately braked and parked the car by the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Anne did not pay attention to his question. She simply opened the window and looked at the hotel across the road. She muttered to herself, "I seem to be mistaken. I can't be seeing Elaine with another man." "Elaine? The Emerson Corporation's head designer?" Braden asked in confusion.

"That's right." Anne finally nodded. She felt a little puzzled. "Did I really see the wrong person just now?" she wondered.

But she looked so similar...

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"Forget it. She is Timothy's wife. Of course, when an old man marries a young and beautiful womad, ке the the who is almost the sage as his daughter, it will definitely seem like there is something unusual between the two of them."

Braden wanted to casually express his views, but when he saw Anne's probing look, he shivered. He couldn't help explaining, "I am just ON complaining. I would never cheat on you." "Go on." Anne didn't listen to Braden's promise.

"What did you say?" Braden asked nervously. He was on the alert. It seemed that he should have used his brain before speaking.

"It's nothing." Finally, Anne shook her head, hoping that she had recognized the wrong person.

At that moment, the people sitting in the car were the couple that Anne had seen just now. Their bodiesm clung to each other and the interior of the car was filled with a kind of amorous feeling. "Baby, you wantto go to your house so openly, but won't you be discovered by that old man?" "It's okay. Timothy went to the office and won't cback until the evening. As for the servants, I've given them stoff." Elaine explained impatiently. Her finger slipped from the man's eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, she approached him and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?" "For you, there's nothing I would be scared of." The man held Elaine tightly with a smile and headed for the Emerson family's house.

At the Emerson Corporation, Timothy rubbed his temples tiredly with his eyes closed.

"Mr. Emerson, has the contract been signed? The other party's company has just called and is rushing us." The secretary looked at Timothy, who was sitting opposite him, with a professional smile.

"The contract? I think it's in my bag." Timothy pointed at the briefcase in front of him, looking a little displeased.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Emerson. I don't think it's here..." The secretary shakily opened Timothy's briefcase completely and pointed to it with shesitation.

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