Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 121

Charlotte followed Shane out of the old mansion in a daze. It wasn't until she sat in the car that she regained her senses. She frowned as she looked at the man in the driver's seat.

"Actually, you shouldn't have argued with Raina Fuller for me. It's not worth it."

After all, she's doing it for your own good...

Charlotte didn't finish thinking the second half of the sentence. She lowered her head, not daring to look straight into his sharp and penetrating eyes.

"It wasn't for you."

Shane hid the expression on his face completely. Suddenly, he felt an itch on his back. There was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"It wasn't for you..." Charlotte thought.

These words kept echoing in Charlotte's ears. Bitterness gradually spread out from through her mouth.

Indeed, she felt that it was not worth it for such an outstanding man to do this for her. Charlotte was probably thinking too much.

Why did she suddenly feel a pain in her heart?

Shane concentrated on the itching on his back, which was spreading all over his body. He didn't notice the pale face of the woman in the backseat.

After the car stopped, Shane got out of it. He opened the door of the back seat and said with a blank expression, "I have to go out. Go into the house first."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Okay."

Charlotte nodded, pretending as if nothing had happened. She turned her gaze toward Shane, clearly sensing that something wasn't right with him.

She clearly remembered that he didn't drink just now, so why was his face so red?

"What's wrong with you?"

Charlotte asked in confusion.

"It's okay, don't wait for me to come home."

After Shane gave the simple explanation, he didn't even look at Charlotte's slowing footsteps before driving away.

Half an hour later, Shane parked the car in Fairfield Residence. He quickly opened the door and stepped out with his long legs.

"Ding dong-Ding dong-"

"Why are you here?"

Henry looked at the person standing at the door and was even more puzzled.

"Help me look at this."

Shane gave a brief order and immediately took off his shirt, revealing the red and swollen tan skin all over his body.

"God, what did you do?"

Henry covered his mouth with his hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane's back for a while, but it seemed that he was observing carefully.

"Don't talk nonsense. Get some medicine."

Shane glared coldly at expressionless Henry, but he had nowhere to vent the anger he felt in his heart.

"Go get some medicine from the hospital. I don't have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When he noticed Shane's cold glare, he reluctantly walked to a table at the corner. He could not help but complain, "What on earth did you eat?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in your private life. It's just because, as a doctor, I care for my patients. Do you understand?"

Henry was almost thrown into a panic. He shrugged innocently.

"I ate some onions." "Do you think I'm stupid? I know that you never touch onions. It's at least 100 meters away from you when others eat it."

Henry could not help but roll his eyes.

Shane didn't explain. When he felt the cold ointment on his back, much of the anxiety in his heart dissipated.

Ten minutes later, Henry put a box of pills in Shane's line of sight as if nothing had happened. He advised, "I just bought it yesterday, but I'm not omnipotent. If you cause this problem again, go to the hospital directly."

Shane acted as if he didn't hear anything. When he redid his last shirt button, he raised his eyes and glanced at Henry, who was still trying to say something. Shane had no intention of leaving.

"What are you doing here? It's not a big deal. You don't need to be hospitalized."

Henry waved his hand curiously.

"Let me stay in the guest room."

"Why not?"

Henry raised his voice suddenly. He saw that Shane was not joking. Then, he asked, "Your house is many times larger than mine. This small place won't be comfortable for you." Although Henry was Shane's personal doctor, most of the time, they treated each other as friends.

"Where is the guest room?"

"I'm really impressed by you. Let me take you there."

Henry reluctantly opened the door to the guest room. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I heard that Mrs. Fuller Senior has returned to the country today. Why aren't you staying at the old mansion?"

"Charlotte should have gone too, right?"

Henry smiled wickedly when he suddenly came to a realization. He patted his forehead lightly and continued, "Did she give you the onions? I knew that you wouldn't eat it yourself, unless..."

"Are you finished?" Shane said emotionlessly as he took out his phone and scrolled through it.

"No, I've only just realized that Charlotte means something special to you."

Henry put his arms around his chest and gave a devilish smile.

"How is she special?"

"You've exposed your weakness, Shane. Haven't you realized that you're changing based on how you feel? I told you that some time ago, now... you'd better think about it yourself."

Henry shook his head, closed the door, and walked out.

Shane did not refute what Henry said. His eyes suddenly focused on a photo he had taken accidentally. The same white figure and clean aura were similar to that of the girl from five years ago.

It wasn't the first time that he suspected that the girl from back then was Charlotte, but his theory was completely overturned by the paternity test.

On her end, Charlotte was sitting alone on a large soft bed. She wrapped her arms wrapped around her legs as she placed her exquisite face on her knees.

She had not heard the sound of the car returning the entire time. Charlotte felt a little uneasy in her heart.

"Ms. Jenny, is Shane back?"

With a blanket draped over her shoulders, Charlotte stood at the head of the stairs and asked the woman in the living room softly.

"Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller hasn't come back yet. You should go to bed first."

Ms. Jenny looked at Charlotte with some sadness and immediately explained, "Mr. Fuller will sometimes work late at the office, and even sleep there at night, so you should just go to sleep. I will turn off the lights."

"There's no need."

Charlotte immediately shook her head and said, "It's better to leave a light on. What if he comes back..."

"Alright."

Ms. Jenny nodded, feeling gratified. She thought about how to tell Mr. Fuller about this matter.

Charlotte returned to her room. From time to time, she would walk to the balcony and take a look into the dark night outside.

Should she call him to show her concern? In return for him teaching her how to use the oven?

No, she couldn't call him. Maybe he was out partying with some other woman? She would embarrass herself then.

Why did she fall for him? When the contract was over, the two of them would have nothing to do with each other...

Frustrated, Charlotte massaged her temples. She reached out her hand only to pull it back once more.