Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Charlotte frowned as she looked at the crowd around. In the end, she chose to sit before the bar.

"Hey beautiful, do you want a drink?" The bartender asked her cheerfully. She clearly looked out of place in the bar.

"Givethe strongest drink." Charlotte sat aside straight to the side. She propped up her chin and watched as people walked in and out restlessly.

No wonder it was said that bars were a paradise for young men and women to enjoy themselves! "Here's your drink." As there weren't many people at the bar, he took a seat opposite to Charlotte. He stared interestingly at the delicate but not trampy woman.

It was the first the laid eyes on such an eye-catching person.

Charlotte didn't like the way he stared at her like sprey. After she downed a glass of whiskey, she bluntly told the bartender, "I don't like it when people look atlike that." "I'm sorry." The bartender was not embarrassed at all. He just waved with a smile and continued, "Do you have something on your mind? Telland you'll feel better." He quickly shrugged innocently when he saw Charlotte's scrutinising gaze and said, "Don't getwrong, I listen to tons of stories each day. You can just pretend I'm a trash can for your worries." His metaphor made Charlotte smile. However, she still kept her thoughts to herself.

After she drank glass after glass of whiskey, Charlotte stared at the blurry person before her. She pointed and asked, "Why are you swaying around?" The bartender shook his head helplessly.

He had seen too many people like this! "Hello..." Her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. Charlotte slowly took her phone out and answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Lottie?" Anne was stunned and asked in confusion, "Where are you? Aren't you at the Emerson family?" "Me... Haha, where am I? Where is this place?" Charlotte laughed foolishly. However, Anne was beginning to panic on the other end.

"Wait for me, I'll be right there." Anne only realised she had no location when she hung up the phone. But when she dialled the number again, no one answered.

Shane...

Yes, only Shane Fuller could find anyone as quickly as possible.

Shane usually didn't have the habit of sleeping late but today stayed up to read sstock news on his phone.

"Hello." "I see." A trace of anxiety suddenly crossed his face and he quickly made a phone call.

"SendCharlotte Emerson's location." After giving his orders, he got off the bed and put on his clothes in one breath.

"Sir, it's late, where are you going?" Ms. Jenny asked curiously. She was cleaning the room when she heard snoises upstairs.

"Take good care of Sheryl. If she looks for me, tell her I had an emergency." Shane briefly explained.

A brand-new Lamborghini sped out of the garage.

Anne had been informed by Shane to go to a bar nearby the Emerson house. Once she arrived, she noticed Shane beside Charlotte.

"Lottie?" Anne asked tentatively but she didn't get a response as expected.

"She's drunk." Anne could obviously detect the coldness from the man opposite her. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself.

"Fu... Mr. Fuller, why don't you hand Lottie over to me? She'll feel uncomfortable if she wakes up in an unfamiliar environment." Anne knew Charlotte very well as they had grown very close over the years. She could instantly sense how dejected Charlotte was feeling. "Okay." Shane already guessed Charlotte wouldn't want Sheryl to see her in such a depressed state.

"Thank you." Anne thanked him as he carried Charlotte into the car.

"It's my responsibility." Anne felt his response was quite weird as he left reluctantly.

Anne rolled her eyes at the unconscious Charlotte and started the car.

"Hey, why did you drink so much? This is not the way to get rid of your problems." Anne mumbled along the way home. After she turned on the light, she carried Charlotte step by step into the guest room.

"You can just sleep here tonight." Anne grunted crudely but she gently opened the door and turned off the light as she walked out.

The room turned dark in an instant. The moonlight shone on the dainty woman sleeping on the bed.

It was already afternoon when Charlotte groggily opened her eyes.

The curtain was suddenly pulled open by and Charlotte instinctively used her hand to block the eye-piercing light.

After her eyes adjusted to the light, she slowly removed her arm.

"Charlotte, are you finally awake?" Anne before the window with her hands on her hips with an exasperated look.

"What tis it?" "It's 10 o'clock!" Anne pointed to the alarm clock on the wall and snorted angrily.

"Oh, I see." Charlotte nodded her head and asked in confusion, "How did you know that I was at the bar?"

"It wasn't me. I couldn't care less about you. It was your husband who found you. Finding someone is a ΕΠ piece of cake for him." Anne said bluntly.

When Charlotte heard the word "husband", her face still looked a little uncomfortable.

"I remember I received a call from you..." "I asked him for help but he was really efficient."

Anne narrowed her eyes but she was thinking, 'I could really use his help to find would sother day. After all, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't use him?" "Uh... Where's Sheryl?" Charlotte suddenly raised her voice. She turned to Anne and continued, "Did Sheryl call me?" "Yes, she did-" Anne sat on the side of the bed casually. "I told her that mommy was too drunk to answer her phone calls." Charlotte let out a low laugh at her words.

She knew Sheryl would never say that.

"Don't you need to go to work?" Anne asked curiously. She did not miss the trace of hatred in Charlotte's eyes. She was slightly stunned.

She knew Charlotte hated Elaine but she didn't know it was to such an extent.

The look in Charlotte's eyes sent a shiver down Anne's spine. She thought she saw wrongly but unfortunately, she was right.

"No, I probably won't go back again." "Why not?" Charlotte lowered her head so no one was able to see her scarred eyes.

"Anne, I'll stay with you from now on, can I?"

Her face was completely void of the coldness from before when she raised her head. It It seemed they had returned bave back to th to their high school days when they were still young and carefree. 'Well, I'm just the daughter of the Jane family. Can't I afford to support you?" Anne hugged Charlotte with a smile but it did not last long.

After all, she didn't want Charlotte to reopen her old wounds again...