Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Shane shifted his gaze and looked straight ahead. "I've thought about it before, but in the end, I don't think that I should do anything to you without your consent..." He swallowed the words back. "So, you don't have to worry." "Shane, I've actually considered it before. It's not suitable for us to be together. The first issue is the identity issue. The Fuller family is a prestigious family. Although the child is yours, it's not easy to explain what happened five years ago. If we really want to be together, it will only lead to a disaster." Shane frowned.

He only rained a little on her, but now she was already starting to overflow? Just as he was about to open his mouth, Charlotte sat up straight, reached out her hand, and pressed her finger onto his thin lips.

She looked at him in absolute seriousness. "The second problem is that you don't actually like me. Although I don't understand where your possessiveness forcfrom, if you like someone, you will not just sit there and watch her get married to someone else. You only seeas an object, a tool that you can toy with." "In this case, our status is not equal, which in turn means that you will never have feelings for me. You'll only ever be interested in me. But interest wouldn't suffice for marriage." Shane had no intention to speak anymore.

Very few people were able to read his mind. Cole was the first, and Charlotte was the second.

"Third, you're a teacher and friend to me. I respect you, but it doesn't involve any sort of romantic feeling. I want to becclose with you because you're strong, disciplined, courageous, and resourceful." "The last point is that you have a past that you don't want to give up on. So even if you have a strong interest in me, I hope that you won't disregard your happiness because of this. I'm not the one you should marry." After saying this, Charlotte moved her finger away.

Shane suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. He bent over and placed his lips on her fingers. At first, it was just his lower lip, but slowly, he reached out the tip of his tongue to touch the meaty part of her finger. Slowly and delicately, as if he was tasting skind of food.

Charlotte was so shocked that she trembled all over. The tip of his tongue was probably on the softest part of her body. There was no coldness and no chill. It was warm and moist, contrasted to the sharp jaggedness of the tips of his teeth.

Charlotte thought that she was gradually losing her mind.

"No, I can't," she told herself.

She retracted her hand and said, "Mr. Fuller, Shane, it's true that we had a dream together, but it's just a dream after all." "I can polish your identity. As for Sheryl, we don't have to explain too much. I'm not interested in fame. Your remaining three points boil down to one conclusion. It's you who thought that I have no feelings for you." "You can't deny that." "Go to sleep." "Shane!" Charlotte was choked with anger.

She had already made herself clear.

Shane lowered his eyes. "It's pointless to say something that cannot be proven." He switched off the light.

In the dark, Charlotte could hear Shane's breathing. Suddenly, she felt that this sound put her at ease.

When she closed her eyes and listened, she eventually fell asleep.

In the bar, the deafening music made people want to indulge in the lap of luxury.

Rick was holding an empty glass in his hand. His eyes were dull, his gaze fixed on the glass.

Before this, he had already drunk four bottles of Brandy.

Even if it was a relatively mild series, it still made him quite dizzy.

"Mr. Jane, are you happy now?" A man cand sat beside him. His slender body was clothed in a beige trench coat. He casually picked up a glass and poured swine into it. Instead of savoring the wine, he only took a small sip of it. Rick turned around and shook his head. When he saw the man, he let out a cold laugh and said, "Well, I was guessing who it was, and it turns out to be you, Mr. Gibson." "Create an alibi for Elaine and Kendall. I can help you gain a firm foothold in Asia-Pacific." "You and Shane are in the middle of a game. Do you still have tto care about me?" "Sheryl's hospitalization has nothing to do with Kendall. Sheryl has leukemia. You should know about that." Sheryl had leukemia? Rick frowned. He knew about it. But Sheryl had an operation before, so there shouldn't be a relapse. Why was she hospitalized now? "Shane said that he can give his bone marrow to Sheryl, but Charlotte has to marry him." Christopher downed his glass of wine and said, "As far as I know, Charlotte didn't want to marry him, but she had to save her daughter." "He said my tactics are dirty, but he's pretty shameless and shady too." Rick poured himself another glass of wine and added, "Con, Mr. Gibson, let's get drunk today." "Alcohol is a Group 1 carcinogen. I'd better not drink it if I can." "You've already drunk it, and you're still concerned about that?" Christopher shook his head with a smile.

Rick ignored him and continued to drink. Then, he muttered to himself, "I will not hurt Charlotte because of Kendall again, and I will never defend a murderer." "She's just a pathetic person who admires you. Think about it, if you kidnapped Shane for the sake of Charlotte's happiness, but now Charlotte wants to send you to jail, how hurt would you be?" Christopher slightly leaned over and said in an enticing voice.

Rick was silent.

Christopher snapped his fingers and the background music of the bar immediately changed.

"Think about it carefully, you probably don't like the way Charlotte treats you right now, do you? When you're feeling sad and helpless, the streets are cold, and the alleys are dark, the passersby glare at you, and you only have Charlotte. But she gave up on you too." "You wander on this dark street. No one can help you. You didn't do anything wrong, but you have to be imprisoned. This world is so unfair to you." Rick's eyes becmore and more hollow. He shook his head and poured another glass of wine for himself. "I am me, Kendall is Kendall." "Kendall did this for you, and you're doing this for Charlotte. If you don't save Kendall, you can only watch as Charlotte sends you to prison. That is the person that you love most. You can exchange your life to grant her peace and happiness, but she wants to send you to jail." Half an hour later.

Christopher walked out of the bar. He used a lemon deodorant to eliminate the smell of alcohol on his body. Elaine walked to his side and held him. "Is everything settled?" "Yes." "Great job." "Only this time. If you do something so brainless next time, I won't save you again." Christopher took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The smell of nicotine lifted his mood.

Elaine chuckled and clung to his body. "Are you really not going to care aboutanymore?" "You can try." Christopher's attitude was cold. There was no tenderness in his eyes when he looked at her.

Elaine was startled by his gaze and immediately let go of him.

Christopher threw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot. He walked towards his car, which was not too far away, pulled open the door, and slid in. Recently, Christopher had changed a lot. Elaine was around him almost every day, so she could naturally feel his changes.

In the past, he could at least keep his achievements and personal ambitions to himself.

But recently, he becmore and more arrogant. And he would show aggressiveness from tto time, which was completely different from ess from t how he used to be. After a few hesitations, Elaine still decided to follow him and get into the car. Christopher started the car, lit another cigarette, and rolled down the car window.

"Rick will make false evidence for you and Kendall. Find someone to send a threatening text to Charlotte." "Don't you have feelings for Charlotte? Why would you..." A shimmer of light flashed across Elaine's eyes.

Feelings.

He indeed had feelings for her.

In his heart, at the place where it had yet to collapse, she was the one who kept it intact.

But unfortunately, there were too many collapsed areas in his heart.

"You just have to do as I say. Don't ask anything else." Christopher threw away the cigarette again garette again and stepped op the adcelerator until he reached its limit. Elaine snorted. Her beautiful eyes were full of malice. "No matter if you're trying to protect her or not, I must live a better life than her." Live a better life than her? With Shane by her side, who could live a better life than her? The gloom between Christopher's brows darkened.

He was so close, but he still couldn't figure out why he was still not as good as Shane.

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