Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Shane thought that the answer was pretty obvious. How could he not love her? What reason did he have not to love her? Of course he loved her.

Just like loving Sheryl, that was already a part of his life, a part that he could never discard.

"Yes," he answered without hesitation.

"All right."

Honestly, Shane didn't quite understand what Charlotte meant by that. But he could clearly hear her stomach rumbling. Since destiny didn't allow him to probe deeper, he simply decided to take her out for dinner.

A feeling of romance seemed to roam the streets of the foreign country.

It was late at night and the bright moon hung high in the sky. Coconut trees lined the streets.

"I've been thinking about whether these coconuts would suddenly fall from the tree and smash into my head," Charlotte suddenly said with a chuckle. "I've been worrying about that every day since I first arrived in this country. I probably worried about it for nothing. Even when I looked it up, I couldn't find any news reporting that someone has been hit on the head by coconuts."

"In many countries, a lot of coconut trees don't bear coconuts," Shane said.

"Really? I've never paid attention to that, but that should be right. Maybe there are no coconuts on the trees or that they wrapped them up with plastic bags. That way, they won't have to worry about coconuts falling on anyone."

"That's basically the case."

"As expected from the businessman. Your point of view is always one of a kind."

"Aren't you a businesswoman too?"

"I'm just following your orders. There's actually a really big gap between me and you."

Shane shook his head with a smile. He took over all her factories. In just a few months, he could see that she had her own style in doing business. If she were to follow his orders completely, she would have been disqualified. Her way of doing things was obviously different from his. But, he didn't expect that she would have her own unique style.

Perhaps, staying by his side had actually limited her future.

But perhaps, without him, she would not have become so outstanding.

"I don't know what to eat. How about that?" Charlotte pointed at a restaurant.

"Sure."

Shane brought her in.

While they were eating, they heard someone talking about something related to an attack at the next table.

Only then did Charlotte remember. "I almost forgot that this country is still a warring country. It's not very suitable to stay for too long. Why don't we go home earlier?"

"It's best if you're willing to go back."

"I'll check out the flights for these two days," Charlotte said and immediately looked it up.

After a while.

She found a flight that would take off 7 hours later, and the later flight would be in 13 hours. She couldn't make up her mind all of a sudden, so she asked Shane, "Which flight do you think is better?" Shane glanced at her and said, "7 hours later will do. After we finish eating, let's go back and sleep for 5 hours. We can continue our sleep on the plane."

"That's fine too."

Because their take-off time was quite near, so the two quickly ate their meal and went back to the

hotel.

When Charlotte woke up, Shane had already finished packing their luggage and changed into a new set of clothes.

She yawned with a splitting headache. "Aren't you sleepy? Doesn't your head ache?"

"I'm used to it," he said. "It always happens to me."

"What an enviable and heart-wrenching habit..."

If a person didn't sleep well or slept too much, they would experience headaches. It would be a painful process to get up and do things. Therefore, many people suffered a variety of symptoms. They either didn't sleep then sleep for the whole day on the next day because they thought it was essential to the body. But it was actually our brains that thought waking up and sleeping were too painful, so we chose to avoid it.

This was why people nowadays tended to stay up late.

Both of them were ready to go.

When they arrived at the airport, they still had half an hour before the plane took off. The timing was perfect.

Charlotte felt very sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep leaning on Shane's shoulder because it was too noisy. "I really didn't expect that you'll be the one to take me home in the end." "What were you expecting at first?"

"Well... I actually wanted to travel to a few other countries, visit all the countries around the world, and then go back to take care of Sheryl," she said with feigned seriousness.

"I think you've already expected that I would be the one who takes you home," Shane brutally exposed her.

"I have not."

"You were already prepared when you were no longer anxious."

"You don't have to know me so well. It's kind of scary."

Shane leaned over and planted a kiss on her ear. "As long as you're honest, I don't mind acting along."

This man!

Charlotte rolled her eyes and said, "Don't be happy too early. You still need to go through a month of assessment."

"You know that you and I can't live without each other."

"If I still have to suffer from anxiety for being around you, then I don't want it."

Those words.

Shane was struck speechless.

In some way, he had indeed traveled to so many places because of her. And it was indeed because of him that she had suffered from this annoying anxiety.

When the plane was about to land, a riot had erupted at the airport all of a sudden.

Suddenly, some black-robed armed men broke in, Shane immediately took Charlotte outside, but there were too many of them. Not only did they fail to run away, but those men had also managed to catch them too.

Charlotte was fine, but Shane was bleeding profusely because he took a bullet.

"What should we do now?" Charlotte asked the person beside her.

"Did you bring your phone?" Shane leaned against the wall, colors draining from his lips.

"Yes."

"Find a country."

A country?

Although Charlotte was confused, she still followed Shane's advice and found Rick and Avery. Then, she asked them to call the police.

However, even if the government could send people over, Shane's injury...

Charlotte looked at the expanding bloodstain on his legs and shoulders and felt sick with worry.

If he continued to bleed like this, he would die.

The positions of the bullets were quite coincidental. It was not a fatal wound. But with his current amount of bleeding, he would faint in less than thirty minutes and would definitely die in forty-five minutes. Charlotte could only pray in her heart, hoping that Avery and Rick were fast enough and that the government and Brine could speed up their actions too.

"Sleep for a while." Shane put his fingers on her eyes.

"You're bleeding like this, and you want me to sleep for a while?" Charlotte pulled his hand away and said, "I understand that you know first aid. After tying your legs with a cloth, your bleeding has indeed been reduced, but you're still bleeding. The bullet is still in the wound, once..."

She choked on her sobs and stopped talking.

What kind of cold-blooded creature did he think she was?

Even if it was several months ago, she still could not watch him bleed so much and sleep.

"When you wake up, you and I will be all right." Shane didn't care about the injuries on his body. "On the contrary, if it doesn't get better after you wake up, you and I will just die here. Instead of worrying about me, you should think about whether you will die or not."

"Is there anything else in your brain besides rationality?" she lashed out.

Shane didn't respond. He just looked at her.

Charlotte's eyes welled up as she lowered her head. "I never blamed you. I knew from the very beginning that I wasn't worthy of being with you at all. I can't understand anything about you. No matter how hard I tried to imitate your habits, I could only learn a little. I..."

Before she could finish her words, Shane's bloodstained hand grabbed the back of her head. He took her to his arms and kissed her.

However, he did not have much strength and let go very soon.

"Whether you think you're worth it or not, you are the only one."

Later.

Charlotte didn't know what happened to her.

She actually fell asleep.

And it was a deep sleep

Even if she felt that someone was touching her, she could not open her eyes to have a look. She only kept her eyes closed.

"Lottie? Lottie!"

The people around her were calling her name loudly, shaking her.

Only then did Charlotte open her eyes sleepily.

Yes, it was indeed the pungent smell of disinfectant.