Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Shane untied her hands and said, "Cole will take you home." "No, I want to be with you," she said and clung to him with all her strength. "If anything happens, we will face it together. I don't want you to be sad alone while I sleep back home. Besides, I'm sure I can't sleep." "Charlotte, I don't remember any memories of us." The expression in his eyes did not change when he looked at her.

"I don't understand." "He wanted to use my past memories to conceal my present memories. He succeeded halfway." Charlotte realized why Avery spoke in a light tone. Maybe it was just a possibility to him. The reality was much more cruel and terrifying.

She shook her head fiercely. "It's okay, we don't have many memories anyway." No.

There should be.

Shane regarded the strangely familiar person in front of him. She clearly matched the face in his memory, but he couldn't figure out if it was really her.

Charlotte suddenly leaned forward to kiss him. A sense of familiarity flooded him, he instinctively enveloped her in his arms and deepened the kiss. They fell onto the bed in a mess of entangled limbs. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Memories could be deceiving, emotions could be numbed, passion would dwindle as twent by, and affection would taper off, but bodies would never lie.

It didn't matter if they weren't connected, they still felt it by just hugging.

The sky was dark.

Charlotte rubbed her eyes as she awakened. Her body felt cold and she pulled the quilt up instinctively.

"Are you cold?" The man beside her gathered her in his arms.

"Yeah." She buried her head in his arms.

"You moved a lot in your sleep." "Did I push you away?" "Obviously." Charlotte laughed sheepishly for a moment. She snuggled deeper into his hold and her body curled up under the blanket. She felt warm in his embrace.

Shane looked at the person in his arms and his heart was content. He was sensitive about his memories and at the stime, he had forgotten about recent events. But from what he had experienced, he did not reject her.

At least his body didn't reject it.

There was tacit chemistry between them.

"Let's see a psychologist tomorrow. Rick got better after seeing a psychologist," she offered.

"Okay." They couldn't spend the night in a stranger's house, so they got dressed and went downstairs. Cole was relieved to see them holding hands. He greeted them with a smile and ushered them into the car before sliding into the driver seat.

After sending them home, Cole stopped Charlotte and bowed to her. "Miss Charlotte, I'm sorry. I didn't know that this would happen." "It's okay. If I saw Heidi on the street, I'm afraid I'd have the sreaction as you," Charlotte said with a sigh. "Avery found out that the person who impersonated Heidi was Tiffany. But she and Christopher were rescued by someone. Peter sustained serious injuries and is in the hospital." "I'm sorry for all the trouble." Cole shook his head.

Wordlessly, Charlotte turned and entered the house.

Shane sat at the computer desk and held a document that he had no memory of. Charlotte walked over and hugged his neck. "Don't fret, tomorrow you'll remember all of this." Shane pulled her onto his lap with an emotionless look on his face. Charlotte sagged in his arms and rested her weight on him.

She didn't know why she kissed him again.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Shane asking why Heidi left him.

Though she was mentally prepared, Charlotte still felt a stab of pain in her heart.

She recalled Avery's words about Shane uttering Heidi's nwith her in his arms, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.

The pain suffocated her.

He had never said her nthe way he murmured Heidi's name.

The next day.

Avery picked Shane up to see the psychologist, but Charlotte made an excuse and stayed hto rest.

She had a dream but she'd forgotten the specifics. She only remembered that Heidi returned and wanted to marry Shane. Sheryl ran and pulled Shane back to stop her, so Heidi killed Sheryl. The pool of blood scared Charlotte out of her wits.

Her hair was disheveled and she was covered in sweat. She leaned against the headboard and took several deep breaths, but she was still jittery.

The bedroom door squeaked.

The door was pushed open.

She looked at the door with reddened eyes.

Shane stood there as usual looking at her impassively.

As a matter of fact.

He had always looked at her this way, except towards Heidi. It seemed like she was just a mishap in his life. If it were not for her, he would be like Avery, with a ghost living in his heart. "Are you okay?" She asked tentatively.

"Yes." "That's good." She couldn't tell the emotions behind her sigh.

Shane walked to her side and rested his fingers on her forehead. "You don't have a fever, why is your face red?" She touched her face. "Maybe I overslept." His fingers fell to the corner of her mouth before descending to her collarbone. It was evident that he didn't treat her with care yesterday. Her exposed skin was covered in handprints. Her tender skin had always bruised easily.

Charlotte's body stiffened and she subconsciously avoided his touch.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

She shook her head.

Shane withdrew his hand and pulled the quilt up. "Don't catch a cold. I've invited a few friends to the press conference. There won't be any problem." She nodded.

Shane leaned over, grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed a kiss on her lips. Then he got up and left.

Was there any difference? Charlotte was at a loss. She couldn't distinguish his behavior between now and last night.

She lay down and drifted off in a daze. She felt something moving from her lips into her mouth and stiding down her throat. It was hot and dense and tasted like eggs. She opened her eyes and found herself in Shane's arms as he fed her. I'll do it myself.

She wanted to raise her hand, but her limbs were weak.

She couldn't utter any words.

"You do have a fever." Shane took out a thermometer from her clothes and said, "You're so fragile." Charlotte ate the food he spooned her. Fortunately, Shane didn't feed her much. She wasn't hungry nor full, and she didn't even have the strength to support herself.

Shane placed a cool towel on her forehead and fed her medicine. He held her in his arms and never left.

Just as she was about to fall asleep again, his cell phone rang.

Her ears twitched.

Shane took out his phone and looked at the screen. He turned on the loudspeaker and set the phone down on the bedside table. "Avery." "The doctor said your willpower is strong, so there shouldn't be any problem. Your brain waves were normal too. How do you feel?" Tm fine." "I notice that you like Heidi." Both of them fell silent.

In his heart, Heidi was like his sister. Maybe they could have been together after she had matured as an adult, But that's not possible anymore. He knew better than anyone that she was dead. Shane raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. "It's all in the past. I can't let Charlotte and Sheryl down." "Do you love her?" Shane glanced at the woman in his arms. "No, I don't. But I don't hate her." "What about admiration?" "Yes, you're right." From the moment she appeared, his admiration for her had grown.

Avery was unsure whether to feel happy or sad for them. He just sighed one's sh and said, "She's formidable She still stood by you under those circumstances. Check if there's any wound on her body. Maybe it's causing her fever." Like RICH WOMEN? These women X desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.