Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

"It's already late. It's not safe."

"But..."

"This is not a negotiation." Shane interrupted her.

Charlotte's heart grew even heavier. With newfound courage, she pushed him away and went downstairs.

Just as she reached the first floor.

Charlotte came face-to-face with Madam Fuller Senior.

"Lottie, it's late. Are you going back?" Madam Fuller Senior asked, seeing that she came downstairs and was walking towards the gate.

"Uhm... grandma, I have troubles sleeping on unfamiliar beds."

She had really come up with a bad excuse.

Madam Fuller Senior stood up with a smile and came over to Charlotte's side to hold her hand. "Did Shane bully you?"

The bitterness in Charlotte's heart, which had been shoved away, resurfaced at Madam Fuller Senior's question.

Charlotte gently shook her head without saying a word.

"I heard about it from Ms Laura. It was about the piano, wasn't it? Don't pay attention to him. He's been like this since he was a child. He even got upset towards me when I asked him why he stopped playing the piano." The old lady brought Charlotte to the sofa and sat the two of them down.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for worrying you."

"At such an age, there are not many things that I can worry about. On the day I have nothing else to worry about, I'll join my husband in the afterlife."

Madam Fuller Senior was very understanding.

This made Charlotte feel even guiltier.

"So, listen to grandma and stay here for tonight. You can go back after having breakfast with grandma tomorrow, alright??"

Just as Charlotte was about to reply, someone opened the door from the outside.

In the entryway, Raina, who was wearing a gown, put away her umbrella. Her gaze was fiery as it landed on Charlotte.

Madam Fuller Senior said calmly, "Raina, you're back."

"Yes, Mom. I'm back," Raina replied, suppressing her anger.

She walked towards Charlotte step by step.

Charlotte pursed her lips. Although she was unhappy, she still greeted Raina politely. "Hello, Aunt Raina."

Raina stood in front of her, ignoring her completely. "But Mother, why is this outsider here?"

Outsider.

Charlotte clutched the corner of her shirt tightly with both hands.

She was not sad, but rather embarrassed. She did not want to stay here even for a second longer.

"I asked Lottie to come over for dinner. Do I need your approval to do so?" Madam Fuller Senior asked in reply.

"Of course not. But if she wants to have dinner with you, she must get my permission."

Madam Fuller Senior snorted coldly. "This house doesn't belong to the River family."

Raina was shut down and looked at Charlotte with even more anger in her eyes. "Mom, a woman like her will only ruin Shane!"

"That's enough." A cold male voice stopped Raina.

Charlotte's mind was clouded.

It was not until she was held in his arms that she realized that her "shield" had arrived.

She struggled a little, but his grip on her shoulders tightened further.

"Mom, I've told you many times. This is the woman I've decided to be with. I will never change my mind."

Raina tightened her grip on the sofa. She took in a deep breath and smiled gently but coldly. "Son, take a good look at this woman. What's so good about her? Is she good enough for you to..." "She doesn't need to be any better. She's good enough for me."

"You..."

Before Raina could finish speaking, Shane had already left with Charlotte.

Madam Fuller Senior narrowed her eyes and nodded in satisfaction.

Shane had never differentiated between male and female since young.

He looked at men and women the same way, but Charlotte was an exception. He looked at her the way a man would at a woman.

If she was able to see them at a wedding, even if she was to pass away, she would be satisfied. At least she would be able to explain to her husband that their grandson had been married. That old man...

Madam Fuller Senior closed her eyes and waved her fan.

Charlotte was brought back to the room where they were previously in.

She found that the piano was gone, but she did not ask further.

This matter had endangered her relationship with him.

She wouldn't ask anymore.

she didn't want to talk either.

She only hoped that their relationship would be as calm and peaceful as before.

Charlotte remained silent. Shane said nothing either. He seemed to have completed his task by bringing her here.

"Am I sleeping here tonight? In your room?" She decided to ask, afraid that she would cross another line.

"Yes."

"Won't I disturb you?"

"No, you won't."

After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte got under the covers. Nothing was more important than sleep.

She was already extremely tired.

It didn't take long for Charlotte to fall asleep.

Shane thought that she would say more, but when he turned around, she was already sound asleep.

He looked at her tranquil face and raised his hand to touch her cheek.

If it were someone else who lingered around his limit twice...

Shane's expression turned cold as he retracted his finger.

He would have left that person to survive on their own.

But it was Charlotte.

Other than giving her the cold shoulder, telling her to keep off his business, there was no other way to deal with her.

After staring at her for a while, Shane got up and went to the guest room.

She was a drug. It was best for him to keep his distance.

Otherwise, when he had lost all his logic one day in the future, he would not be able to live without her.

The next day.

Charlotte got up, changed and prepared to leave the old mansion.

As soon as she went downstairs, she met the Madam Fuller Senior, who was playing with Sheryl in the living room. Looking at the warm old lady, Charlotte was unable to refuse her offer to stay for breakfast. Since she had nothing to do anyway, she offered to help out in the kitchen.

Madam Fuller Senior smiled and said, "We, Lottie is finally thinking of herself as the lady of the house. Go ahead, a lady of the house should busy herself."

"Grandma, you're so lovely." Charlotte leaned forward and kissed the old lady's cheek the same way Sheryle did.

Madam Fuller Senior's expression was full of joy.

Raina, who saw this scene from the dining area, was very unhappy.

"The lady of the house? Does she deserve that title?" She thought.

Charlotte learned many skills from the chef in the kitchen. For making toast, sprinkling a layer of water on the surface of the bread would result in toast with a crispy surface and soft middle. The texture would be much better.

When making strawberry jam, the most important thing was the honey added. The amount of honey added directly determined the flavour of the product.

Just as she was getting excited with the knowledge she had just learnt, a cry was heard from outside.

Was it Sheryl?

Charlotte immediately put down what she was holding and hurried towards the living room.

In the living room.

Raina stood next to the sofa, looking coldly at Sheryl, who had fallen on the floor beside broken pieces of a toy.

Did Raina make her cry?

But even if it was her, Charlotte couldn't vent her anger.

Charlotte took a deep breath and picked up the little girl. "You shouldn't cry like this just because of such a small matter. If you like this toy, mommy can buy you another one."

"But this little wooden horse was made by me and great-grandma. We put in so much effort. We both liked it very much." Sheryl's eyes were red, and she couldn't bear to look at the damaged, beautiful pink carousel.

Recently, many 3D models were sold on the market. You had to spend an entire day assembling them, and they would break at the slightest touch.

Charlotte didn't understand why Sheryl found them so fun.

Not to mention that it was Madam Fuller Senior who had assembled the model with her. Compared to other models, this carousel held a different meaning.

No wonder she was so upset.

Charlotte coaxed her patiently and gently, "Sheryl and great-grandma will have many chances to build models together in the future. You can also make many more carousels."

"But this will never come back." Sheryl sniffed, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

"Sheryl, have you ever wondered what's the difference between this model and the other model in the future?"

Sheryl was stunned and even forgot to cry. She shook her head.

Charlotte smiled and kissed her eyelid. "When you were building this model, you were also building memories with great-grandma that you would never get to revisit. What you cannot part with are those memories. However, as long as you can build this model with great-grandma again next time, you will still be able to make memories, right?"

Huh?

So what she cared about the most was not the carousel, because she could still buy it again.

What she cared about was obviously... her great-grandma!