Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 298

Charlotte was asleep for a long time. It was already dark when she woke up. She rubbed her eyes and got off the bed but she fell down heavily again. Her head slammed into the pillow, it was not painful but a little itchy.

She stood up again in a daze. She tried to look for her shoes but she couldn't find them.

Where are her slippers?

Oh, she was carried back by Shane so she didn't have her slippers.

Thus, Charlotte went around to the other side of the room to find the hotel slippers. At this moment, the door opened and Charlotte froze as Shane walked towards her with a plastic bag in his hands.

He frowned. "What are you doing barefoot on the ground? Aren't you cold?"

His tone was very hostile.

"I don't have any slippers," she answered coyly.

They were both stunned by her words. She had never been coy with him. If she had spoken in a more flirtatious tone, he would've been even more taken aback.

Shane put down the plastic bag. Then, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He pulled open the drawer and took out a pair of slippers.

His fingers accidentally brushed her cold foot and he put his palm on it.

"Shane, you..." Charlotte quickly tucked her legs back under the sheets and looked at him cautiously. "I, I'm not cold. Besides, I turned on the heater. I won't freeze. I'll just put it under the blankets."

"Okay, remember to put on your shoes." He got up.

"Remember to wash your hands. It's dirty."

Shane lowered his head and stared at his palm. It wasn't dirty but it was quite cold. He headed towards the bathroom, turned on the tap and washed his hands.

Charlotte sat on the bed with her knees in her arms and buried her head between her knees.

What did he do just now?

Rubbed her feet?

His actions were too ambiguous. Although, they did...

Charlotte's mind was in a mess.

For a moment, she couldn't figure out if Shane was serious or just giving her a name like before.

"Are you hungry?"

Just as Lottie was trying to make sense of everything, Shane spoke up.

She raised her head and gave him a stiff smile. "I'm a little hungry. Have you bought any food?"

Shane lowered his head and placed the plastic bag in front of her. "Here."

He bought a lot of things, including potato chips, puddings and cakes. He even bought instant noodles and some weirdly shaped bread. They all looked very delicious.

Charlotte simply picked up a box of pudding, opened the lid and ate a spoonful.

Shane suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"

Uh.

It was delicious.

But how could she calmly tell him this? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Charlotte thought for a moment. She scooped a spoonful of pudding and put it in front of his mouth. "Mr. Fuller, please have a bite."

Mr. Fuller?

Shane grabbed her wrist and edged closer towards her. Then, he swallowed the pudding he fed her. The pudding melted in his mouth in an instant. It tasted very good.

He withdrew and she moved away the spoon. She lowered her head, afraid of looking at him for

some reason.

"What did you call me just now?"

"Mr. Fuller," she replied in a soft voice.

"Call me something else."

What else could she call him? Her baby daddy?

Charlotte's head suddenly started to ache but Shane spoke again. "What did you use to call Rick?"

Charlotte shuddered under his pressure. She answered exasperatedly, "Rick."

"Zoe?"

"I don't care. I just call everyone by their first names." She wanted to cry. "I don't know any pet names, no, nicknames."

"I like pet names. You'll have one minute to think of one. You can eat if you think of one. If not, you'll have to go hungry."

Charlotte widened her eyes.

Shane grabbed the bag from her hands with a straight face. He even took away the cup of pudding in her hand.

She was hungry!

Charlotte was furious. She crossed her arms and leaned to one side. "You can threaten me all you want. No one would care about my empty stomach anyway. No one loves me. Even my only child favours you. I'm nothing but an orphan."

As she spoke, she started to cry. She didn't even know if it was real or an act. She just cried.

Crying?

Shane had always been stone- hearted when it came to women's tears.

But her words sounded too heart-wrenching, he dug a spoonful of pudding and fed it to her.

Charlotte burst into laughter. She wiped away her tears and reached out to grab the spoon.

Shane leaned backwards to stop her from grabbing the spoon. But how could Charlotte admit defeat?

She kept leaning forward against him while he kept stepping back. All of a sudden, one of them lost their balance which caused the both of them to fall.

Shane caught the pudding with one hand and placed it on the bedside table while his other hand wrapped around Charlotte's waist. He pulled her into his arms and used himself as a mattress to prevent her from falling on the floor.

Charlotte blinked and placed her hand on his chest. "I, I'll get up."

Shane's eyes darkened. He clasped his hand around her head and pinned her down again. Charlotte fell back into his embrace and her lips met his.

He removed his other hand from the table and slowly wrapped them around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his arms.

This kiss.

It felt different than before.

Charlotte forgot everything else as he took over her world wantonly.

Moments later.

Shane let go of her. She no longer had the strength to struggle. She leaned into his arms weakly like a sheep.

"Which one is better? Shaney or Shay?" Her brain was filled with pet names for him.

"It's just so-so."

"Then what should I call you?"

Shane couldn't bother to think about it.

Her name had given him too much convenience. He can just call her Lottie and it would be fine. As long as she's his Lottie. He couldn't care less if anyone called her the same name.

However, he wanted to be her one and only.

"Shane, I'll just call you the devil," Charlotte suddenly joked.

"Give me a reason."

"I was thinking back to the time when I called Curtis a demon, I thought of you. She's indeed a demon but you are the devil. There can be many demons but there's only one devil."

"Only one?"

He's fine with that.

However, the word "devil" was more or less childish.

"You can call me that in private," he finally said.

"So, what do you want me to call you in front of people?"

"Think about it again."

Charlotte pursed her lips and lowered her head. Her expression was like a pitiful creature.

Shane caressed her head gently. He felt sorry for her. "Forget it, you can call me whatever you like."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"You're the best, Mr. Fuller!"

Charlotte cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Shane pursed his lips and propped himself up with one arm.

She was like a monkey hanging onto a tree. She didn't want to let go of him. Shane had no choice but to carry her up and put her on the bed. Then, he pointed at the bag and said, "Let's eat."

Charlotte giggled girlishly. She stretched out her hand to grab the bag and take out the food.

It was all so delicious.

It was really nice to have him here.

She smiled so widely her eyes crinkled up.

At the same time, in another room.

Peter was busy tapping away on the keyboard, connecting with local hackers and searching for any information on Curtis. This man had a very interesting resume here and abroad. He might miss something if he wasn't careful.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Peter suddenly stopped. His concentration had been broken. He frowned and rubbed his eyebrows frustratedly.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Someone was still knocking on the door.

He walked towards the door anxiously.