Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 226

"I, I didn't expect that..." Charlotte said under her breath.

"I'll take care of the company for two days. You can take Sheryl to learn some self-defense skills together."

"Why? I don't want to hand the company over to you." She raised her voice.

"Kendall was already trying to do something to your company. If I hadn't sold the order to the Stevens family at once before I came here, your share price would've been in danger."

Charlotte frowned. I'm the only shareholder. How can they manipulate my share price?"

Shane sneered and said, "They buy in, without caring about how much they pay. When your share price is unbelievably high, your company will face liquidation once they withdraw their funds. You don't know this common sense?"

Charlotte's face was pale.

Initially, she thought that only listed company's stocks could be controlled this way.

It turned out that that was not the case. If a company entered the small market, would the company's share price be controlled as well?

"The purpose of this so-called small market that emerged in the past two years is to drive you idiots out of the industry and leave more profits to the big companies. Do you not know that?"

"I..."

"What are you going to do without me?" Shane stepped on the brake. "Get out of the car."

"We're already here?" Charlotte thought.

Charlotte looked out of the window, puzzled. They really have reached, but it was his house.

Shane brought Charlotte upstairs and took out the first aid kit from the bathroom to clean the wound on her cheek.

Kendall's nails were manicured, so there were small fragments of broken diamonds on her cheek. Her cheek was swollen because of the cut.

"This will leave a scar," Shane said coldly.

"Don't do anything to Kendall. She only did this because she was in a fit of anger."

"I'm not that compassionate." Shane's fingers stopped moving and looked at her with a frosty gaze. "You're mine. So if she hits you, she hits me too."

I'm not yours."

Shane pursed his lips and forced his hand on her wound. Charlotte felt the pain and said, "Shane, you've gone too far. That hurts a lot."

"Do you still know how to feel pain?"

"How wouldn't I know!"

"Then do you know what you said just now also made me feel pain?"

Charlotte froze for a moment before asking awkwardly, "Would you feel pain forthat?"

Shane chuckled coldly and threw the bloodstained cotton ball to the ground. "You really know how to get on my nerves. Do you feel satisfied for making me angry?"

She lowered her gaze and shook her head forcefully. "I don't dare to."

"You don't dare to? Alright, Charlotte, tell me, apart from your child's father, who else did you have sex with?"

Who else could there be other than him?

Even the child's father was him.

But Charlotte obviously couldn't reply like that.

She forced herself to say, "A lot of people actually.

Like Rick, and, and sometimes abroad..."

"Charlotte." His voice turned even colder. "Answer me honestly. With just a word from me, Rick's Asia Pacific project will go bankrupt, and the Stevens family will no longer exist."

"Only you."

Charlotte answered reluctantly.

Only after hearing that did Shane pick up the cotton ball and resume to treat her wound.

Shane also helped her to ice her face after applying some ointment.

His big palm was freezing cold.

Charlotte felt a little guilty and looked at him nervously, "Why don't I take the ice bag myself?"

"Lie down."

"Shane, you're obviously nice to me. Why do you still have to be so cold?" She was dissatisfied.

Normally, she wouldn't care that much.

But she was hit by someone today. Both her heart and body were injured, and he still wore a cold face like Hades. How annoying.

Shane glanced at her lightly. "You're so talkative today. Is it because you think that we have more to talk about now?"

She shook her head hard.

There was no such thing.

"You can rest here these two days. I will let Cole drive Sheryl. When your face is not swelling anymore, the two of you can take self- defense classes. Understood?"

"Shane, won't I bother you too much?"

"If you don't let Sheryl see you get hurt, then you're not bothering me. If you feel bad, you can prepare three meals a day for me." He pretended to be calm.

"Okay, no problem." Charlotte replied.

She felt that.

It was certainly not good to let Sheryl see her like this. Besides, she used to cook three meals a day for Sheryl and Shane. It won't be a problem.

Late at night.

Charlotte was about to go to bed, but she was thirsty and decided to drink some water before going to sleep.

When she walked past Shane's study, she heard a voice coming from inside.

"Find the best villa and the best cook for Tiffany, understand? Okay... I know, you don't have to worry about anything else, just arrange it, okay... By the way..."

Charlotte didn't listen to the rest. She quickly poured some water to drink and went back to her room to sleep.

How should she put it?

If it was a few months ago, she would have been sad, but now she really didn't care anymore.

No matter if it was Shane or Rick, she couldn't afford to love either of them.

All she wanted was to manage her company properly and take back her shareholder rights at Emerson Corporation. Why was it so difficult?

Squeak-

Just as Charlotte was letting her mind wander, Shane entered the room with his phone. Seeing that she was still awake, he didn't hesitate to continue his phone call about Tiffany.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be Cole.

After a while, Shane hung up the phone, sat beside her, and picked up a book to read.

Charlotte felt a little awkward, so she initiated a conversation. "You're quite nice to Tiffany."

"Are you jealous?"

"What am I jealous of? It has nothing to do with me," she said matter-of-factly.

Shane stopped flipping through the book. Under the soft orange light, he could tell that she was not lying.

That disappointed him.

"You're right. You only know how to be jealous of Rick." "I don't get jealous because of him either. Hey, I think...I'm not trying to sow discord, but I just think that Tiffany is not a really good person. Don't be fooled by her. After all, you're really close with Sheryl. I'm afraid that she will go crazy and hurt my daughter."

This was indeed something that had to be taken into consideration.

Shane nodded. "I know. I won't let our little girl get hurt."

Their little girl?

Charlotte was startled. She immediately retorted, "That's my daughter."

"I know. You don't have to repeat it every time."

"Okay," she mumbled and lowered her head a little.

At that moment.

Shane's phone vibrated, and he turned to look at the notification.

"I've finished investigating Tiffany and Heidi's case. It's exactly like how you predicted. Is it necessary to take the next step?" the text showed.

He took out his phone and typed a few words. Then, he put it on silent mode.

"Charlotte."

He suddenly called.

"Ah?" The little woman, who was falling asleep, turned over and unintentionally hugged him.

Wait a minute.

Why did she hug him?

How did she fall asleep so naturally beside him?

Charlotte was immediately awake. She picked up the blanket and said, "I, I'm going to sleep in the guest room!"

"Lie down."

"But we..."

"Lie down." His voice was colder than before.

Charlotte put down her blanket, biting her lips.

Shane closed the book, turned over, and pressed his body against hers. His long fingers slightly touched her lips. "I'll give you an answer very soon."

Answer?

She was dumbfounded. "What answer?"

"You'll know very soon."

Then, he planted his lips on her neck.

Charlotte tried to resist, but she felt powerless under his control.

"Shane, let go of me!" she said with a sobbing voice.

The man didn't listen to her at all.

Charlotte felt like she was a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger. She shouldn't have come here at all. She should have rejected his offer firmly and then returned to her own house.

Shane suddenly stopped.

"I won't do anything that you don't want to anymore."

He suddenly got up and left.

Charlotte touched the sore spot on her neck and immediately welled up.

It was true that he didn't do anything.

Just like a dog who peed to mark his territory, he bit her neck fiercely. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

There would definitely be marks tomorrow.

This person...

Charlotte suddenly felt empty.

Tiffany was back, but he left a mark on her neck. Who was she supposed to be now? Did she really want to be the mistress between him and Tiffany?"