Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 233

Shane didn't reply. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her small face.

Charlotte rested against him for a while before she managed to pick herself up. Even as she walked, she was still unsteady. She wanted to return to her office to eat something sugary.

But what about Shane?

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and eventually decided to invite Shane. "Shane, do you want to come and take a seat in my office?"

Lets go.

She hung her head low and led the way.

Charlotte's office was stark. It didn't look like a woman's office. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Shane had met quite a lot of female CEOs from different companies. Most of them would decorate their rooms with plants, and some would even put up photo frames.

There were no decorations on Charlotte's desk. Only a pen, notebook, a computer, and a hand cream next to the mouse could be seen.

The design style was more of a cold color scheme.

Shane didn't know why but he thought that the office looked a little familiar. His lips curled into a slight smile when he saw the color combination of the bookshelf. "Does Ms. Emerson have the habit of replicating other people's office design style?" "This was an accident." She poured him a cup of coffee and said, "At that time, I was in a hurry to find an office, and the renovation was also in a rush, so I bought a ready- made bookshelf instead."

"Why don't you use Rick's?"

"His office is painted white. That's an unlucky color."

"That's it?"

What else could it be?

Charlotte asked in confusion, "What did you expect?"

Shane took a sip of his coffee, put the cup on the table, and walked out.

Charlotte sat in her seat while eating chocolate. Before she could even react, he had already disappeared.

What did she say to offend him?

After she finished eating the chocolate, Charlotte wiped her hands and prepared to read some documents. But how could one recover from low blood sugar in such a short time?

She was feeling dizzier.

Rendered helpless, she put down the documents and leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, a trail of fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

Shane was carrying a lot of bags in his hands. He then placed them all on her desk.

There were some cakes and desserts. But because the bags and packages were not opened, she could barely see what was inside.

"Come eat." He sat down in front of her, taking the documents away from her.

Before Charlotte could even react, Shane had already taken out his pen to solve all the problems that were bugging her.

He was so familiar with it that it made people's heart ache.

"When you are the busiest, how many documents do you have to deal with?" Charlotte opened the package as she looked at him.

"Not much." He paused. "Around 30."

Thirty.

It was actually not a huge number. It was not even the biggest number among all the two- digit numbers.

However, Charlotte did a mental calculation of the time she'd used to settle one document. It was roughly ten to thirty minutes. And she hadn't even included the time she spent checking or correcting the documents with her staff.

The processing time of 30 documents should be at least more than ten hours.

"In a day?" she asked again.

"In three hours or so." Shane finished reading a document for her and put it back in front of her. "This Peter Brown. You can put him to good use."

She nodded and stuffed a piece of cake into her mouth. As if realizing something all of a sudden, she shot up her head and looked him straight in the eyes. "Shane, is Peter your man?"

"No."

"I want you to swear that he's not your man."

"I swear."

Charlotte smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

Shane stared deep into her eyes. Those long fingers on his knees curled into his palms.

She knew that Peter was his man.

She also knew that, he knew that she knew Peter

was his man.

So that was why she asked him to swear. She hoped that he would ignore his conscience and abandon his initial thoughts to admit that this person was a gift he gave to her and not a kind of monitor.

She grew faster than he had imagined.

Was it because Rick taught her all these when he was with her?

Shane had mixed feelings in his heart. Even the way he looked at her revealed a hint of profound emotions.

He was a little regretful.

He should've been a more suitable advisor for her before Rick did.

After Charlotte finished a piece of cake, she suddenly sighed and said, "Shane, if you hadn't divorced me back then, I might not have even known the impact of shipping routes on big companies until now."

"Why?" He came back to his senses.

"Even though your actions dishearten people sometimes, I know that you were trying your best to protect everyone. It's just that, have you ever thought that the people you wanted to protect might not actually appreciate it at all?"

"So?

"For example, you've already known that there might be something wrong with Christopher, but because he is your best friend, you don't want to say it out loud. You asked me to stay away from him, not because of jealousy, but because you were concerned with my safety. But the more you do that, the more I will resist and try to prove that you're wrong, so in the end, you..." She looked embarrassed and didn't go on.

Shane opened a box of cake and pushed it to her. "So, you think that I need you because I wanted to protect you, and not because of physiological needs?"

How could he be so blunt and straightforward, as if he was participating in an academic discussion?

Forget it.

Life science was science too.

Charlotte simply admitted and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."

"You've underestimated my strategies and your charisma."

Charlotte stared at him with wide eyes. She felt that his words contained a lot of hidden messages.

Shane didn't explain what he said. At that exact moment, his phone rang. An important customer from abroad had come to River City, and he needed to welcome the customer.

He continued his conversation on the phone as he took a pen and wrote seven words on Charlotte's memo: There are many more years to come.

Charlotte stared at the seven words as she let her mind wander.

Would there actually be many more years to come?

If he wanted to be with her for many years, then why did he...

Charlotte suddenly reached out and tore the page out of her memo. The moment when she was about to tear it apart, she stopped.

All those food on her desk.

She put away the fragile piece of paper, like how she put away her fragile emotions.

Whenever she communicated with Shane, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were never the right feelings. Having no emotion was the best solution.

Just act like you didn't care.

She slid the paper into her drawer.

Jane Corporation.

Kendall was sitting in the office. She was so angry that her entire body was shaking.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair was disheveled, and she no longer looked human.

"Kendall, there's a seminar tomorrow, you..." Rick came in with a file. Seeing that she was covered with injuries, he frowned and stopped talking. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." She quickly looked down and covered her face with her hand, not wanting Rick to see it.

Rick pursed his lips and strode to her side. He moved her hand away and pressed a finger on the bruise at the corner of her mouth. Kendall cried out in pain, "That hurts a lot."

"Who did this?"

"It's my problem," she answered, not wanting to reveal any details.

"The person who could've beaten you up like this and make your temper disappear while not wanting to complain to me can only be Charlotte. You're scared that if I speak up for her, it will harm your self-esteem instead."

Charlotte wasn't the only person whom Rick had known well all along.

He had been working in the business industry for years, so he had already mastered the skills of reading the human mind.

Kendall was taken aback. She bit her lips and didn't dare to say a word.

"Theoretically, you like me, but I like Charlotte. So, if she'd hit you, you would've immediately told me so that you can paint a bad image of Charlotte in my heart. However, you didn't. That means it was you, who hit her first. According to Charlotte's personality, she would've just retaliated against you and tried to get even with you. Hence, the person who hurt you so bad should be Shane."

"Why Shane?" Kendall immediately retorted, "It could've been Avery?"

"Avery always considers the consequences before doing something. Besides, he won't fight for Charlotte. Only Shane would care. Firstly, he doesn't care if you will help him, and he also doesn't care whether you will take revenge on him. Secondly...he cares about Charlotte."

Rick said that with a self-deprecating smile.

Everyone understood this principle.

It was not difficult to see through his heart.

But even if he understood the principles thoroughly, he might not be able to do it. And if he could, he might not be happy either.

For example, he understood everything, knew everything, but was still trapped by love.

"You're right. Charlotte and Shane hit me." Kendall suddenly reached out to hug Rick and said resolutely, "What about you? What do you think of me?"