Baby, I Found for You an Awesome Daddy

“If you are truly thankful, just call me by my name,” Christopher replied with a smile. “‘Mr. Gibson’ makes me sound so old.”

Despite the humour in his tone, Charlotte was a little hesitant. He was not just anybody, he was her superior!

Still, when she met those gentle eyes of his, she realized she didn’t seem to have a valid reason to refuse. After all, he had always had her back.

With that thought, she nodded and smiled at last. “Alright, Mr. Gibson. No, I mean, Christopher.” She couldn’t help but blush.

Christopher observed every bit of the rosiness on Charlotte’s flushed cheeks.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He then looked at his wristwatch and said, “It’s getting late. I’ll send you home.”

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In no time, Shane caught wind of their failure at securing the bid.

At that time, Shane was handling an urgent document at the Fuller Group. The moment he heard the news, his writing hand halted mid-action and he raised his head to look at Cole with an unfathomable expression on his face.

His tone was the same old icy coldness. “Have you heard back about what I asked you to do?”

This took Cole by surprise. Fortunately, he managed to react before Shane grew furious and replied dutifully, “The report will be out by tomorrow.”

“I want to see it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning,” Shane demanded flatly as he lowered his gaze at his watch. He rose from his seat, grabbed his coat, and swiftly walked out.

Meanwhile, Charlotte hauled her frazzled body home.

However, the first thing that welcomed her was the sight of a man sitting on the sofa.

Shocked to her core, she unwittingly raised her head and looked toward the number on the door. There was no mistake; this was her home!

So, why was Shane Fuller here?

Could it be that he was here to teach her a lesson after finding out about the design draft incident?

If so, then Shane Fuller had to be the very epitome of ruthlessness, to have brought himself up to her house.

The sofa at Charlotte’s place was rather narrow and puny in size. The only way for Shane to fit was by sitting rigidly with his back flexed, like a massive iceberg. In fact, there was barely enough leg space for the tall man.

Upon seeing this somewhat comical scene, Charlotte couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Shane looked up and tossed a hostile glance at her.

The smile on Charlotte’s face immediately vanished. She changed out of her flats and stepped into the house.

At this time, the babysitter had already gone home, but Sheryl was nowhere to be found.

“Uncle, uncle, look! These are pictures of Mommy and me.”

Before Charlotte could say anything, Sheryl came running out of her room with enthusiasm. She hugged a thick photo album to her chest as she scuttled toward Shane, taking no notice of the woman standing aside.

“Sheryl,” Charlotte reproached with a hint of jealousy laced in her voice.

“Mommy!” Finally noticing that Charlotte had returned, Sheryl leaped off the sofa gleefully and dashed toward her. She tugged at the corner of Charlotte’s shirt and giggled, “Mommy, I invited uncle over for dinner today. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Did you say that you invited him?” Charlotte couldn’t believe her ears.

“That’s right! Before this, Uncle Fuller brought me to the amusement park, so it’s only right for me to treat him to dinner. Isn’t this the practice of reciprocity that you speak of, Mommy?”

Seeing her young daughter’s ‘prudent’ attitude in handling matters, Charlotte was at a loss. She didn’t know if she was to be touched or ashamed.

After all, Shane was the recipient of this act of reciprocity. Shane, the person she swore to shun at all cost.

Shane took a glimpse at the disconcerted expression on Charlotte’s face and felt overcome with joy, such that the corners of his mouth curled inadvertently into a smirk.

His calm voice interrupted her sulking, “You came back just in time. I’m hungry.”

Hearing this, Charlotte’s face contorted further.

Was he trying to order her around?

How was his hunger any bit of her business?

One mustn’t forget that he was Yuliana’s finacé. Besides that, her daughter’s extreme affection for him further drove her aversion toward him.

Before Charlotte could protest, Sheryl hugged her tummy and moaned, “Mommy, I’m hungry too.”

‘Alright then,’ she grumbled. For her daughter, she would compromise.

“Any food intolerances?” Charlotte asked as she entered the kitchen and put on an apron.

“I don’t eat onions,” Shane replied curtly.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow in doubt. To think that an all-rounded man like Shane Fuller had food that he detested.

Coincidentally, Sheryl avoided that same food.

Amid flipping through the album, Sheryl snapped her head up. She interjected excitedly, “Uncle, I hate onions too!”