Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 323

The next day.

Charlotte woke up with a start. She remembered that she had to pick up Anne today. However, it was already two hours past the agreed pick-up time. She unlocked her mobile phone with regret and intended to bear the brunt of Anne's anger. Unexpectedly, there was only a message from her.

"My brother has told me about the situation. You should have a good rest. There must be some misunderstanding between you and Shane. Resolve that, I am in no hurry."

Rick had picked up Anne himself. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and the heaviness in her heart eased.

She laid on the bed, her heart still pounding. Perhaps because she was too tired, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep again.

After a long time, the door suddenly opened and she saw that familiar face. Her wildly beating heart quieted down for a second before picking up pace again.

"You should eat," He stood at the doorway and said.

"I'm not hungry." Charlotte lowered her head and refused to look at him.

Shane frowned. He touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish, then helped her get dressed. Charlotte struggled but couldn't hold out against him.

"Let go of me," she resisted in a low voice.

"Don't move." Shane held her shoulder and forcibly clothed her.

Charlotte was angry and anxious at the mercy of Shane. Luckily, Shane was quick with his hands. He had managed to dress her in under five minutes, then wordlessly carried her to the bathroom.

He placed her in front of the mirror. He squeezed out some toothpaste on her toothbrush, hugged her from behind, and nudged it into her mouth.

Charlotte wasn't sure if she had hurt her ankle or her brain. Shane was taking care of her as if she was a child.

Charlotte was about to speak after rinsing her mouth, but Shane forced her to wash her face. He carried her to the dining room, intending to feed her. Charlotte was too tired to fend him off after being pushed around by him.

Charlotte sagged against the sofa after two mouthfuls of food, unwilling to open her eyes. "You forced me to wake up, and now you're forcing me to eat. Are you out of your mind?"

"You should have breakfast in the morning." He sat beside her and touched her forehead again. "You don't have a fever anymore, but you still have to take your anti-inflammatory medicine."

"I'm begging you." Charlotte shoved his hand away. "I don't want to take it."

Shane's eyes darkened. He grabbed her lower jaw and forced the medicine and water into her mouth. Charlotte widened her eyes and swallowed before shouting, "Shane, are you out of your mind?"

The dam of emotions broke loose.

Two of them stared at each other wordlessly.

Moments later.

Shane picked up his suit and walked out. Ignoring him, Charlotte began to cry loudly while feeling aggrieved.

Shane stopped at the door and turned his body stiffly. He saw her squashing a pillow in her arms with tears and snot spilling down her face. She looked like a child whose toy had been taken away.

Compassion no longer allowed him to leave.

Shane walked towards her again and held her in his arms. Charlotte struggled with all her strength, but in the end she could only slump in his arms. She wiped her tears and snot on him in an act of childish and disgusting retaliation, although she did not understand why she wanted to retaliate.

"Don't cry." Shane's voice was hoarse.

Charlotte cried harder.

Shane couldn't help laughing. He held her face and wiped her tears. "I don't know what to do when you cry."

"The mighty Mr. Fuller doesn't know what to do?" Charlotte's eyes were red as she sobbed.

"A family is not a company, and you are not a subordinate. He doesn't know what to do." Shane's voice was gentle as he coaxed Charlotte.

"Is that so?"

"Don't cry. If you don't want to stay home, shall I take you out?"

Charlotte shook her head. She just wanted to stay home.

Shane ignored her wishes and picked her up once again. Charlotte resumed struggling. "I didn't say I wanted to go out. Let go of me, I don't want to go out!"

"You will be sad at home."

Charlotte quieted down. She stopped struggling and buried her head in his chest, allowing him to carry her out of the villa.

Shane didn't put on shoes for Charlotte, so he carried her along the way, attracting the attention of a few people.

When he arrived at the mall, he was still carrying her. He did not allow her to buy a pair of shoes, and there was nothing she could do. After all, her ankle was still wounded. It was difficult for her to put any weight on her injured foot. Being carried by him was the most convenient way.

"Look at the woman over there. She's so delicate."

"That man is so handsome. I wonder what their relationship is."

They heard passers-by whispering.

Charlotte hid her head in Shane's chest, as if implying, 'Say what you want, I don't care.'

Shane looked down at her and chuckled, "You're so thin-skinned?"

"No, I don't know," Charlotte denied.

"Even if I bought shoes for you, you wouldn't be able to walk. Don't think too much."

"Then why did you bring me out?"

"I'm just worried that you'll get bored at home, so I'm showing you the life of the working class. Maybe now you'll appreciate your life."

Charlotte was stunned.

Working class?

She raised her head and finally noticed the crowd of customers and employees. They were looking at Shane and her in jealousy or envy. There was almost no other emotion on their faces.

Shane stopped in front of a boutique and raised his chin at one of the bags. "Look, do you like it?"

Charlotte glanced over and nodded. It was an elegant black bag. There was a small silver cat on the front. Although it was very small and looked like the logo at the bottom, it added a little bit of cutesy flair.

She liked this style very much.

The tiny details were adorable.

Shane nodded and looked at the employee. 'TH take it."

The employee immediately rushed to remove the bag from the shelf. Shane motioned for Charlotte to take out the black card from his pocket. After patting him down, Charlotte finally fished out the card and passed it to the employee. Charlotte took the bag and held it in her arms after payment was done.

She looked especially tiny in Shane's arms, like a small animal. Even while holding a bag, there was no noticeable added load.

Charlotte shifted her body to a comfortable position and delved deeper into Shane's embrace.

"Are you still angry?"

"Hmm? You bought a bag for me. What ulterior motive do you have?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Shane remained silent, which could be regarded as a tacit admission.

Charlotte burst into laughter, "I thought you wouldn't stoop so low to buy a bag for a girl like a childish boy."

"You don't like it?"

"I like the bag only," Charlotte mumbled.

He was too insincere.

Most boyfriends only earned ten or twenty thousand dollars, so it was heartwarming to buy expensive bags for their girlfriends. But Shane could buy the entire store with a wave of his hand. What kind of apology was this?

"I like it as a gift." Charlotte thought for a moment before adding, "But it's insincere if you are apologizing with this bag. Furthermore, I don't think you did anything wrong."

"If I didn't do anything wrong, why did you leave?" Charlotte didn't know how to reply.

She wanted to leave because she was unhappy by his side. But it was not his fault that she felt this way.

Charlotte pursed her lips and said, "I just went out for a breather."

Shane suddenly laughed.

Hearing him laugh, Charlotte raised her head abruptly. Her eyes widened slowly and the corners of her mouth curled upwards.

Shane smiled.