Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte's lips curled into a scornful smile. As expected, the heart of a child is the most innocent.

"Lottie, Alistair is still small, you should not teach him all these filthy things." Elaine suddenly covered the boy's face with her hand, completely ignoring the child's struggle. She waved at the butler not far away. "Butler, bring Alistair upstairs." "Yes, Madam." Charlotte clenched onto her bag as she watched what happened.

"Elaine, aren't you the most filthy thing in this house? No one here is as dirty as you. You can even sleep with your best friend's father. Is there anything you wouldn't do for money?" Elaine turned around, she purposely showed off her hands which were full of jewellery and whispered, "Lottie, you should say your mom isn't as attractive as me. She deserved it..." "Bang." A loud slap rang throughout the living room, the hatred in Charlotte's eyes was evident.

"What are you doing!" Timothy quickly rushed in and pushed Charlotte away. She hadn't even had the tto withdraw her hand. Timothy ignored her as she stumbled backwards.

"Timothy, it's okay. I'm fine with Lottie venting out her anger on me. I was the one who promised her I would leave the Emerson Family if she returned. I broke my promise. I deserved this." Elaine touched her face which was heavily caked with make-up and leaned against Timothy's chest pitifully, a complete opposite from her previously vicious demeanour. "Mommy..." said a sobbing childish voice.

Alistair suddenly ran out of his room crying. He held on tightly to Elaine with tears rolling down his cheeks. "Mommy, I am afraid of sis." "Don't be afraid. It's mommy's fault." Elaine gently picked up Alistair and apologised to Timothy. "Alistair must be scared. I'll tuck him in bed. Don't blLottie, okay?" Charlotte watched the scene unfold before her coldly.

She already knew this would happen when she heard Timothy's voice behind her but it was too late.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Timothy clenched his fists in anger. He looked as if he was about to swing his trembling hands towards her. "Do you dare hit me?!" Charlotte raised her head. Her eyes were filled with coldness.

"You wicked girl! I didn't agree to let you return here so you could make things worse! If this happens again, I won't go easy on you." Timothy still considered Shane's feelings.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened just now?" Charlotte asked sarcastically. Her empty eyes looked out of place on her delicate face. "Sure, it's all my own illusion," she continued. Then, she turned and ran out.

It was raining heavily outside. Raindrops drenched her hair wet. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain streaking down her face.

"Charlotte, you're so stupid. Why are you still foolishly holding out hope?" She muttered lowly. There was a hint of hoarseness in her voice.

The street lights illuminated her path. Every step she took felt exhausting and her fragile body started to tremble.

A Maserati suddenly stopped in front of Charlotte.

"Mr. Gibson?" Charlotte immediately smiled and greeted him, completely ignoring the pathetic state she was currently in, when she saw the elegant man walking out of the car. Christopher quickly picked her up. Before she could react, she was already seated in the passenger seat. Her cheeks were slightly red as she touched her soaked clothes.

"Put this on." Christopher took off his coat and gently put it on her shoulders.

"Thank you..." Charlotte didn't want to react too unnaturally, otherwise it would seem too pretentious.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home." Christopher closed the window in silence and turned on the heater in the car swiftly.

Charlotte turned around to look at his handsface just like Shane's. She suddenly wondered what kind of girl would be worthy of such a gentle and graceful man? "What are you thinking about?" Christopher asked with a smile.

"What kind of girl can match up to you?" Charlotte touched the bridge of her nose embarrassedly when she realised what she said. She wished she could bury herself in the ground.

Christopher just smiled but he did not answer. There was a mysterious glimmer in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the car becsilent. Charlotte was not used to the awkwardness so she started to small talk with him.

"Mr. Gibson, thank you for taking care ofthese days." "I didn't take special care of you." Christopher suddenly reached out his fingers to gently brush a few strands of stray hair on Charlotte's forehead.

"Don't move." His face suddenly inched closer to her. Charlotte, who already didn't have much resistance against handsmen, blushed instantly. "Your hair is a mess." "Thank-thank you." Charlotte deliberately averted her gaze as she didn't dare to look directly into his tender eyes. She was afraid that she would melt into them, Christopher realised she had no intention to return to the Emerson family soon so he turned the car around.

Half an hour later, Christopher stared at her anxious face even when she was sound asleep. The sight tugged at his heartstrings.

"Lottie?" Christopher's tender gaze filled with worry as he withdrew his hand at the touch of her skin.

Her scorching temperature and red face indicated to him what happened to her.

"Mr. Gibson, this..." "Get ready the fever medicine." Christopher hurriedly carried Lottie into the villa and kicked open the door roughly for the first time.

"Young Master, we don't have any fever medicine at home." The housekeeper said to Christopher in a trembling voice. But she was even more curious about the woman laid in the master bedroom.

"Sheryl..."

Charlotte suddenly stretched out her arms and waved them in the air twice. The tears in the corner ofther eyes rolled down unceasingly. Christopher silently took out his cell phone and typed a message. After hesitating for a few seconds, he pressed the "send" button.

Sheryl, who was about to call her mommy using her daddy's mobile phone, suddenly received a text m message She passed the mobile phone to the man sitting crossed-legged beside her. "Don't you want to play anymore?" Shane looked at the little girl, who was eager to play before, with confusion. He was curious about what made her stop playing.

"Daddy, someone sent you a message but Sheryl doesn't understand it. When Sheryl grows up..." Before she could finish, Shane suddenly stood up, picked up his coat and headed out.

"Ms. Jenny, look after her." Shane still remembered to inform Ms. Jenny who was busy in the kitchen.

Sheryl watched as he left in a hurry.

She went into the kitchen and tugged at the woman's capron. Auntie, where die daddy go?" She asked in a low voice. "We don't know about Mr. Fuller's matters." "Okay." Sheryl turned back then looked at the rain outside the door. She propped herself onto the sofa and rested her chin in her hands.

"Mr. Fuller, the young master is..." As soon as his voice fell, a gust of wind blew past him and Shane was already headed to the second floor.

"Shane." Christopher called out politely as Shane headed towards the bed without any resistance.

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