Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 256

"Can I, please?" Peter reached out and held onto her shopping bag. "I'll wash the dishes for you. I heard Ms. Emerson say that your housekeeper went back to her hometown to visit her family. I can also help clean the house. I..."

"Stop it. Let's just eat. You don't need to do anything else. Let's go."

"Great. It's so kind of you, Miss Watson. I really love you."

Zoe stopped and looked at him carefully. "Don't like me, and don't love me. Please."

Peter was a little hurt. His eyes widened and he sighed. "I don't want to love you either. How about I say something I like about you, and then you can change?"

Zoe frowned. What tricks is this guy playing?

On the way, he told Zoe what he liked about her. He did not praise her the whole time. He did not even mention Zoe's appearance. All he mentioned had to do with her lifestyle or work ethic.

Zoe couldn't bear it anymore. "You said that you haven't dated before? It doesn't look like it." "When you meet someone you like, you will learn without being taught," Peter answered easily.

"So, you learned all this without being taught once you met me?"

"Well, that's not true. I went on the Internet to look for some techniques and so on. Additionally, I studied psychology and behavioral science, so..." Peter blinked at her.

Alright.

He was a psychology student.

It was really impossible for anyone to survive if they didn't study some psychology in this world.

It was just that she didn't care whether Peter would give up or not or what he had learned. She was only affected by the way he smiled.

When he smiled, that feeling of vigorous vitality made her unable to look away.

It was the same as when she looked at another smile.

Trapped in the abyss, she could not refuse the light that came from another world.

Charlotte had casually said that Shane was at home, but in fact, he wouldn't be there at this hour at all.

And yet.

As soon as she got home, she saw Shane standing in the kitchen. Sheryl was there too, helping him peel garlic.

Mrs. Fuller Senior and Raina were sitting in the living room. The two of them didn't say anything as they watched the TV in silence.

"Shane..." Charlotte was shocked by what she saw in front of her.

If she had known about this, she would have rather been Zoe and Peter's third wheel.

"You haven't seen Sheryl in a long time. I know you miss her, so I brought her here." Shane put his long finger on the knife and calmly cut the vegetables.

"Then Grandma and Mom..."

Mom?

Shane looked at her meaningfully. "Is that what you call her now?"

Charlotte was embarrassed and said, "Don't make fun of me. I know you mean well bringing Sheryl here, but what about them? Are they here together for something?"

"Yes, Christopher Gibson."

"Should I tell them that I have 35% of the shares, and that's why..."

"Don't tell them." "Christopher knows about those shares," Charlotte

said.

Shane nodded. "I know she knows."

Charlotte didn't know what Shane was up to. She lowered her head dejectedly and said, "Forget it, I can't help you out anyway. I don't even have the right to know what you're thinking. At least tell me if you still want NC Company."

"I've said before that I don't want NC Company.

You never believed me."

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Yes. Keep your stock, and wait for Anne and Braden to get married."

Charlotte was stunned.

Only then did she realize that Shane hadn't made his move yet.

That was right. He had always been the one with the most foresight and ideas. It was only because she was worried about him that she racked her brain for this matter.

After she spoke with Shane, Charlotte didn't want to interact with Raina and Mrs. Fuller Senior anymore.

After they had dinner together, the two of them left with Sheryl.

Before she left, Sheryl kissed Shane's and Charlotte's faces. She said childishly, "Daddy,

Mommy, you have to have another baby soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, she ran over and grabbed Mrs. Fuller Senior's hand, leaving Charlotte alone in a state of chaos.

After a long while, Charlotte raised her hand and closed the door. She went to Shane in disbelief and asked, "Did you teach her to say that?"

"It's grandmother for sure," Shane said helplessly. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Don't tell me she wants me to give birth to a son for you..." Charlotte was a little fearful.

Shane was making coffee, but when he heard this, he stopped and asked, "Give birth to a son for me?"

"Isn't that the case?"

"A child, for me?"

For a moment, Charlotte did not understand what he was concerned about. With a blank look on her face, she asked, "What else?"

Shane pursed his lips and continued to operate the coffee machine.

When Shane didn't speak, Charlotte panicked. She reached out her hand to grab his arm. "Shane, don't keep quiet. I don't understand what you mean."

"Will the child only be mine, not yours too?" He took her hand away. "Do you think that you got

Sheryl only because I forced you?"

Charlotte was stunned.

She really never thought about this before.

But, back then, hadn't she been forced?

If it weren't for the danger at that time, she wouldn't have...

"Back then, I didn't know what happened."

"What about now?"

Shane's deep eyes were fixed on her.

Ticktock.

The only sound left in the living room was the ticking of the clock.

Charlotte bit her lip and shook her head. "I don't want to have another child."

"Do you not want another child, or do you not want to give birth?"

"I don't want to give birth."

Shane nodded and continued to make coffee. His face still seemed calm, and his eyes were focused indifferently on the cup of coffee.

Late at night.

Shane was in the study while Charlotte was sitting alone in the living room.

She had yawned more than a dozen times in a row, and she obviously couldn't hold on any longer.

Squeak—

Shane came out to get coffee.

Charlotte didn't hear anything. She put her head in her hands and continued to yawn.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" Shane noticed that she was still in the living room and asked.

Charlotte rubbed her head and looked at the wall with empty eyes. She was in a very confused state and didn't hear Shane's words at all.

Shane brought her a cup of coffee, spread open his palm and waved it in front of her.

Only then did Charlotte return to her senses. She smiled at him and then continued to rub her head. "I'm so sleepy."

He pursed his lips.

"But I can't sleep at all. I still can't figure out why you were angry before."

"I'm not angry."

"But your face looks angry."

Shane put the coffee mug on the tea table and sat next to her.

He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him. "What's our relationship?"

"Husband, husband and wife...?" Charlotte was a little uncertain.

Theoretically, they should be husband and wife.

After all, she had promised him that she would marry him as long as he would donate his bone marrow to Sheryl.

"There must be feelings between a married couple, and having a child is just a continuation of that love. So, when you said you are having a child for me, it shows contempt toward my love."

Contempt toward his love.

He was clearly concerned about the fact that she would not give birth to a child for him, but the matter turned out to be very complicated and beyond her.

Charlotte rubbed her temples. "But Shane, do you have any feelings for me?"

For a moment.

There was a dead silence.

"You're really contemptuous toward my love."

Shane got up as soon as he said that, and then he turned around and entered the study.

Bang-

Charlotte still couldn't figure out what she had said wrong.

When she thought about going out to the event tomorrow, Charlotte glanced at the clock. It seemed that she couldn't continue waiting for Shane to come out. She had to sleep.

She didn't know if she would see Shane at the event tomorrow.

Maybe he would just sit next to her just to not blow her off.

With complicated emotions in her heart, Charlotte fell asleep.

The next day.

By the time Charlotte got up, it was already past eight o'clock. The musical started at 10:30. She didn't have much time left.

She hurriedly put on make-up and changed her clothes. Just as she was about to go out, she caught an accidental glimpse of a Post-It on the shoe rack.

The handwriting on it was charismatically flourished. It seemed like Shane's.

"Don't eat breakfast."

The corner of Charlotte's mouth twitched.

Although she really didn't have time to have breakfast, what did he mean by asking her to skip breakfast?

What on earth was he doing?