Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 186

Charlotte subconsciously took a step back and leaned against the wall. "Don't come any closer! Let's talk."

"If you didn't ask for his help, why would he help me?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

"Do you think Avery is as free as you?"

Charlotte felt really helpless. She had no choice but to explain the agreement between herself and Avery. "At first he said he needed my help so I agreed. I only realised he meant to exchange favours with me after. I didn't beg him at all."

What did she mean by that?

Was she saying it was all in his imagination?

Shane couldn't possibly admit that.

"Do you know how busy Avery is? He's the president of the Northern Airline Union. I don't think he'll speak on your behalf if you didn't beg him!"

"I..." Charlotte was speechless.

"What's wrong? Did I touch a sore spot?"

"You are so unreasonable!"

Shane sat down again and picked up the menu gracefully. Then, he called the waiter to order.

Charlotte froze on the spot like a statue.

Normally, anyone would've asked her to sit down and enjoy the food, even if it was reluctantly.

But Shane didn't. Instead, he just began to eat.

She took in the delicious aroma of the food and scrunched up her nose.

Shane ate elegantly and casually. Charlotte pursed her lips when she saw he was about to finish his meal.

"I'm done. You can continue standing." Shane picked up his coat and walked past her.

"You!"

"Don't worry. I'll pay the bill."

Charlotte was so annoyed by him.

Eat.

All he could think about is food?

She was already filled with anger, how could she eat?

Charlotte didn't know what she was thinking. Braden had dragged her all the way here, she hadn't even eaten anything and it would be difficult for her to get a ride at this hour.

She could only watch Shane get in the car and leave. She stared blankly at the ridehailing app on her phone which read "no available rides at this moment."

"Shane, what did I do to deserve this..." she muttered.

She waited again and again.

It was getting colder.

Charlotte sat on the doorstep and waited.

Usually, she wouldn't be so impudent but she was really tired today.

The cold wind blew against her face and her stomach growled quietly.

To make things worse, it suddenly started to pour heavily. Even if she hid behind the restaurant's door, she would still be drenched in rain.

Charlotte leaned against the walls in a daze. Time slowly passed, her clothes were completely soaked, suddenly, she felt someone picked her up.

It felt warm.

She leaned back against the man's arms.

"Mr. Fuller, should we go home or..." Cole, who was sitting on the driver's seat, asked respectfully.

"Has the house been cleaned in the past few days?"

"Well..."

"Let's go to the Four Seasons Hotel."

"Yes, sir."

He had a jewellery event at that hotel tomorrow. Christopher would be attending with Elaine.

Shane looked down at the woman in his arms. She was sound asleep, her body curled up like a helpless animal.

In his arms, she seemed particularly fragile.

One might even believe it if he said she was a large dog.

Soon, the car stopped before the Four Seasons Hotel.

Shane picked her up and walked into the hotel.

Cole wanted to park the car but Shane ordered him to go home first so Cole agreed and left.

On the way home,

a question suddenly popped up in his mind.

Miss Charlotte looked like she was drenched in rain, she was even unconscious. If that was the case, who was going to bathe her?

Could it bethat Mr. Fuller...

Cole's cheeks turned red in an instant.

It seemed the president's wife would remain the same person.

The next day.

Charlotte woke up with a splitting headache. When she opened her eyes, she saw a half-naked man lying next to her.

She was so shocked she pushed him away immediately.

Shane was woken up by her actions. He opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at her with annoyance. "What is the meaning of this?"

"You, I... Why are you..." Charlotte blabbered incoherently.

"Let's eat."

Shane led her to the restaurant in the hotel. She couldn't help but feel hungry at the sight of food.

According to an informal report,

Charlotte ate one bread, two eggs, two plates of pancakes, a big bowl of noodles, some fruits and side dishes, then two cups of drinks. On one hand, she kept saying she can't eat any more, on the other hand, she ordered some pastries and a bowl of cereal.

The whole time,

Shane only drank a cup of coffee and ate a sandwich.

He had quickly finished his meal. He gently massaged his temples as he watched Charlotte ate.

As she finished her bowl of cereal, she reached for a banana.

He finally opened his mouth and asked, "Are you a pig?"

"No, I'm not."

"You look like one."

Only then did Charlotte realize the meaning behind his words. This sharp-tongued man was saying that she had eaten too much.

She glared at him and said in a sour tone, "It was your fault I didn't eat anything last night."

"I treated you to dinner. How can you blame me if you didn't want to dine with me?"

"You... Forget it. I'll be the bigger person here and forgive you.",

Shane raised his eyebrows slightly and touched his lips with his fingertips. There was a faint smile on his face.

After the meal, Shane brought her downstairs.

As this was a private auction, it requires an identity card to enter. Shane gave his own card to Charlotte.

After all, his face was the best identity card.

The release of a new product would take place in the hotel's garden.

The environment was beautiful. There was a snack table and a famous live band performance.

Charlotte felt her stomach growl when she saw the dainty cupcakes and delicious desserts.

Shane could see she wasn't at all full from her meal at the restaurant just now.

"You are really a pig." He sneered ruthlessly.

"Don't you know that we girls have two stomachs?"

"There is only one stomach in a normal human anatomy."

Charlotte picked up a piece of cake and put a spoonful into her mouth. "Wrong. We girls have separate stomachs for meals and desserts."

Shane didn't know what to say.

Did she just tell him a cold joke?