Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Shane recalled the shattered ashtray that lacerated her ankle. He lifted the sheets and found a nasty gash on her ankle. The bleeding was minimal but it had not healed, and the area was swollen. He picked up his phone and asked, "Avery, do you have a private doctor?" "What about Hayden?" "He went abroad." "Oh yes, he's a mobile doctor. Giveyour address and dress Charlotte. I'll bring someone over." "Sorry to trouble you." Upon hearing this, Avery was very unhappy. He replied sarcastically, "Oh, Mr. Fuller is so noble and dignified that he's apologizing over such a minor task. It's my greatest honor. Thank you, Mr. Fuller." Avery ended the call immediately.

Shane put down his phone and held Charlotte in his arms. She was only wearing a thin, provocative nightgown.

He donned loose-fitting pants on her while avoiding contact with her wound. He took off his shirt and wrapped it around her. After all, he could sleep in a robe.

Charlotte was jostled awake. "Shane." Her voice was hoarse.

"Yes, I'm here." Shane leaned over and held her hand, worry creased his forehead. "The doctor will arrive soon." "I'm fine." She leaned into his arms. "I'm just very cold." Shane tightened his arms and his lips thinned. In his heart, he had hacked Christopher into tiny pieces. If it wasn't for him, his memories wouldn't be muddled leading him to smash everything in sight and consequently hurt Charlotte.

Maybe he was the one to blame.

Though he knew Heidi was dead, hearing her nstill made him yearn for redemption.

If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have died.

Shane hugged the person in his arms tightly. Was his persistence towards Charlotte a form of redemption for the past? At least this time, he did not want to mess it up.

Half an hour later, Avery arrived with a doctor.

Shane opened the door and Avery patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend is very excellent." Shane nodded and led them into the house.

After the doctor examined Charlotte, he took out a first-aid kit and frowned slightly. "How did this happen? The wound is deeper than I'd imagined." Avery looked over and saw a large wound on Charlotte's ankle. Although the blood flow was stemmed, the injury site seemed frightening.

The doctor looked at Shane and asked, "Are you sure her wound was only caused by a piece of glass?" Shane pursed his lips and nodded.

The doctor sighed. "You are so careless. Why didn't you bring her to the hospital?" Avery touched the doctor's shoulder to stop his berating and pointed at Charlotte's wound. The doctor nodded and began treating her.

Having performed intensive surgeries, this wound was a piece of cake for the doctor and he finished his ministrations effortlessly. However, he was still displeased that Avery and Shane didn't bring Charlotte to the hospital in time.

Avery explained in exasperation, "We weren't aware of the gravity of the situation. If it wasn't for her fever, I wouldn't have thought to check for wounds." "She didn't mention it to you?" Avery had no way of knowing, so he looked toward Shane. Shane's face darkened as he shook his head. Not only did Charlotte not say a thing, but she didn't even cry out in pain.

The doctor looked at the woman on the bed and sighed again. "You young people think you can endure everything on your own. But the longer you delay, the worse it gets. You will end up with a serious illness." "Don't worry, Shy. My friend is usually clearheaded, but this the was careless." "Don't do this. You should have been more attentive at times like this." Shy lowered his hands in anger and glared at Avery before leaving the room.

Avery rubbed his nose and said, "Mr. Fuller, I've done my best for you this time." "Thank you." "I won't ask what happened to Charlotte. Just know your limits. What about you, are you okay?" "I'm fine." "If there is a need, we can visit the psychologist anytime. I'm always free." Shane nodded.

Avery walked past him and left with Shy.

Charlotte didn't know how much thad passed before she woke up in a daze. Her fever was gone, but she was very weak. She rubbed her shoulders for a long tbefore getting up. Just as she was about to get sfood, she saw the door swung open.

She tilted her head and saw Shane holding food in his hand. When he saw her awake, he was stunned. "You're awake?" "Yes," she answered in a hoarse voice.

Shane put the dishes down on the bedside table and returned with a bed tray so that she could eat while lying down. Most of them were her favorites. In truth, he instructed Cole to buy her favorite food.

They were all soft food with the vegetables and roots cut into small pieces.

"It tastes good." She spooned food into her mouth.

Her movements looked a little funny. Shane took her spoon and chided in a low voice, "You can't even eat properly?" "My hand is weak," she replied softly.

"I'll do it." Truth be told, eating alone proved to be more enjoyable. Shane's feeding speed was a little fast. In just a short while, the corners of Charlotte's mouth were covered with porridge stains.

She reached out and snatched the spoon back. Although her hand was still weak, at least she would not make a mess while eating.

Charlotte put down the spoon after finishing and collapsed on the bed. It appeared she was resuming her sleep.

Looking at her, Shane felt peaceful yet restless, two contradictory emotions at war in him.

Charlotte seemed to have sensed something and waved her hand at him. "Shane, you're acting weird." "Hmm?" He didn't think so.

"You never scoldedover these things." "Did I scold you?" Charlotte blinked her eyes. Wasn't he cursing just now? Her heart lurched in anger. He fed her lunch as if she had offended him.

Seeing her innocent face, Shane knew he was at fault. His fingers reached up to smooth his creased brow. "It's all right, I'll settle down in a while."

Just as Charlotte was about to suggest going to the gym, the phone m rang. She turned around and het phone screen was lit up. Although they had the sringtone, she had never been mistaken. It was probably her sixth sense. Charlotte answered, "Hello?" "Guess who I am?" The person on the other side of the call said in a nasal voice.

Charlotte glanced at the caller ID on her screen. "Anne."

"Smart girl. I'm flying back in three days, then I will get married on the 27th. The Collins Family and Jane Family will be there. Mr. Fuller can accompany you." "So fast?" Charlotte was stunned.

"I'm just going according to your plan," Anne snorted coldly.