My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 1445

Chapter 1445 The Heartless Jerk

“Jess, I really didn't do anything,” Charlotte said. “After Sean saved me last time, I didn't have the chance to thank him. What's wrong with inviting him out for a meal?”

She paused for a moment before continuing, “Didn't you ask me to find someone from the Gaudette family? He's quite eligible and is in a position of power.”

Jessica's lips moved slightly in an attempt to speak when Charlotte cut her off. “Mary's house is situated close to my condominium. I'll have Sasha stay with me for a while.”

She knew that Jessica was a suspicious person. If she stayed there for the night, the latter would nag her again after a while.

In pursuit of some peace and quiet, Charlotte helped Sasha pack a few sets of clothes. She quickly stowed the living room toys into a box, then hopped in the car and drove back to her own condominium right away.

Sasha looked around the condominium. “Is Uncle Jerry not here?”

“He's not around. We broke up,” Charlotte said as she opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk, poured a cup, and put it in the microwave to heat up.

Sasha immediately said, “Just as expected. Your bad temper must have driven him away, Aunt Charlotte.”

“He broke up with me, not the other way around. Don't slander me,” Charlotte said, pinching her niece's chubby cheeks. She then picked the latter up and carried her to the bedroom for a bath.

After taking a bath, Charlotte slipped into a set of silk pajamas and returned to her bedroom with a warm glass of milk in hand.

Sasha was standing on a chair, curiously eyeing the rectangular box on the table. She was well-behaved and didn't mess around with it.

“Aunt Charlotte, what's inside this?”

“It's a calligraphy scroll.”

Sasha took the milk and gulped down a big mouthful. She licked the milk stains around her mouth and asked curiously, “What is a calligraphy sheet? Is it like the notebook we use for writing?”

Sasha was now in the senior class of kindergarten, where the teacher was teaching them to recognize simple characters and how to write them.

Charlotte didn't know how to communicate with such a child. Hence, she opened the box, took out the calligraphy scroll from inside, and unfolded it for Sasha to see.

“Do you recognize any of the characters?”

Sasha didn't understand. “Why isn't Uncle Jerry interested?”

“You're just a little rascal. Where do all these questions come from?” Charlotte patted Sasha's bottom twice. “Keep asking and I'll make you sleep alone and let the boogeyman crawl into your bed at night...”

Sasha was frightened and quickly rushed over to hug her. “I won't ask anymore, Aunt Charlotte. Please don't scare me.”

Charlotte let out a wicked laugh.

When Charlotte woke up the next day, she found the bed to be warm and cozy. She sleepily snuggled towards the other side of the bed, wondering why Jerry's chest muscles, which were usually firm, felt so small and soft in her embrace.

Waving her little hands, Sasha complained, “Aunt Charlotte, I can hardly breathe with your chest pressing on me.”

Charlotte quickly let go of her hand.

Seeing her niece's face turn beet red, she chuckled awkwardly. “I thought you were Jerry. My apologies, sweetie.”