Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 7

At a bar.

"Anne, is this safe to drink?" Charlotte was looking at the multicoloured cocktail with concern.

"Don't worry!" Anne gave her a reassuring look.

After learning that Charlotte had passed the interview, Anne proposed to celebrate. Charlotte couldn't resist Anne's coaxing, so she ended up coming along after putting Sheryl to bed.

Charlotte just never thought there'd come a day when she would be going to a bar. Although she had been abroad and had been exposed to the outside world, she was still a conservative woman.

She felt that bars were where bad things happened.

They took a seat by the counter with the dance floor right beside them. The DJ mixed up the music, bringing the atmosphere to the extreme.

"Anne, why are they staring at me?" After receiving looks out of nowhere, Charlotte felt uncomfortable and whispered to Anne.

Anne was a woman who had frequented bars and night clubs. She looked at their surroundings with nonchalance before she glanced at Charlotte. "They' re just curious about why there's a middle- aged woman in the bar."

She was referring to Charlotte's attire today. She had tried to persuade Charlotte to change out of her clothes, but Charlotte wouldn't listen!

"Oh, I actually think I look okay," Charlotte said indifferently. After all, she was a mother, so she was not thinking of dating anyone.

She picked up the cocktail beside her hand and took a sip.

When Charlotte realized that the cocktail actually tasted good, she ordered a few more in a row.

The clumsy way Charlotte drank caused Anne to burst into laughter. At the same time, she also attracted the attention of the people in the private room on the second floor.

"Chris, you have no idea how bad Shane's taste is. He actually recruited a forty-year-old woman today. How am I going to show face in the company from now on?"

Braden complained gloomily, but he was being careful with his volume. He was afraid that the people around the vicinity would hear him.

After hearing that, Christopher Gibson looked at Shane, who was savoring a glass of wine, and said with a smile, "His fiancee is the famous beauty anchor, okay?"

At the mention of Yuliana, Braden said with a look of approval, "Yes, she's hot. What a pity that she's taken."

His words caused Christopher's heart to skip a beat. He subconsciously looked toward Shane.

Although the trio grew up together and was known as the Three Musketeers of River City, their friendship was not deep enough for Braden to simply tease Shane.

Surprisingly today, Shane did not react to Braden's joke. He just sat lazily on the sofa, his obsidian eyes fixated on a certain place.

It was as if he had spotted his prey.

The two of them also looked in the same direction and quickly locked onto the position where Charlotte was. It was just that the light was dim, so they couldn't see her face clearly. "What the hell!

Is this style the latest trend?" Seeing Charlotte’ s side profile, Braden gasped.

What's the difference between this and the middle-aged woman he had recruited today?

"Looks good to me." Christopher chuckled.

Braden was speechless. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared on his face. "The woman next to her is quite a sight."

While speaking, Braden's eyes began to twinkle. He went down with a glass of whiskey. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The noisy Braden had left. Christopher picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"Are you really going to marry Yuliana?" Christopher contemplated for a moment, but still decided to ask the question in his mind.

Although Yuliana seemed good in every aspect, she didn't seem to be Shane's cup of tea.

"It's just a woman." Shane raised his head to look at Christopher.

To him, women were something dispensable, and it didn't matter who he would marry.

However, when Shane finished his words, the scene from the night five years ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

That night, he had been drugged and hunted down by someone. Incidentally, he sought refuge in the Emerson family’s villa.

He remembered that the Emerson family was having a lively banquet at that time, but there was a slim figure sitting alone in the garden.

She wore a long white dress. Her bright eyes filled with sorrow and loss.

At that moment, his heart throbbed. He took that girl' s innocence without a second thought.

That was his first time, and he kept wanting more. No matter how the girl had sobbed and begged him to stop, he couldn't control himself.

Before leaving, he took away a keepsake from her and vowed in his heart that he would treat her well.

But when he saw her again, he no longer felt anything for her.

He thought that perhaps he was drawn to her simply because of the effect of the drug.