Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 315

Charlotte took a deep breath and shook her head.

She didn't know if she was his wife, or their child's mother, or just... lovers.

Shane planted his feet on the ground and bent down again to kiss her again. His mouth was cold, and the gash on the inside of her lips felt a little numb. Charlotte's body went rigid, her hands gripped his sleeve uneasily.

He deepened the kiss, and at the same time his fingers crept into her clothes.

Heat consumed her body and Charlotte pleaded in a breathy voice, "Not here."

Shane's hold slackened, the emotions still evident in his eyes. "Does it really not hurt?"

She shook her head. "Yes."

"Do you have an answer now?"

"You act as if I'm unimportant, as if our relationship doesn't matter. I was just a little confused, so I said those words to Zoe. " She couldn't live without him. She felt at peace when she was with him.

If he wasn't by her side, or if she couldn't get in touch with him, she would feel uneasy and agitated.

But as long as he was here, it would be fine even if they had nothing to do with each other.

Shane was silent, his fingers gently stroking her lips. After a while, he chuckled and said, "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous. I'm just..."

At this moment, Cole barged through the door and panted heavily. He didn't even apologize. "Mr. Fuller, there's someone here to see you."

Shane loosened his hold on Charlotte and turned to look at Cole. "It had better be someone important."

"It's Heidi."

The office went silent.

Shane's pupils constricted. She had died in his arms. He knew better than anyone that she did not exist anymore.

Charlotte felt his heart pounding erratically, but he quickly regained control of himself and calmed down.

She gently tugged at his clothes and urged, "Go check it out."

Shane glanced at her in silent warning.

Charlotte swallowed her words. She didn't know why those words provoked him. The look he gave her was fierce.

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Lets go.

Shane and Cole left.

Charlotte sighed and returned to her seat, but any intention of working had fled her.

She knew that Heidi's death pained Shane when she died in his arms. It was Mrs. Fuller Senior who told her about it, and she did not ask Shane for clarification for fear of distressing him.

While Charlotte was still debating, she picked up her phone and called Avery.

After hearing the purpose of her call, Avery chuckled and said, "Do you need my help checking the mistress' identity?"

"I..."

"Don't worry, Shane is a man of self-restraint. Even if Heidi comes back to life, it may not affect your relationship. I recall that Tiffany escaped from prison."

Hearing this, Charlotte nodded. "Yes."

"Maybe she naively believes that Shane has no ability to resist her sister. It's a pity, this could be a great opportunity. In this case, if Shane finds out about the truth, she will die miserably." Avery felt regretful.

"What if hypnotism is added?" Charlotte asked a question that shocked Avery.

What if.

This matter had something to do with Christopher.

Avery immediately stood and said, "I am going to find Shane now."

Charlotte held her phone and felt upset, but there was nothing she could do. After all, if Shane didn't want to go, she could persuade him to do otherwise. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She only hoped that there would not be any trouble.

Half an hour later, Charlotte received a message from Avery with an address and she immediately rushed over.

It was a villa. At the door, Peter and Zoe were waiting for her.

Charlotte noticed them at a glance and quickly trotted towards them. "How's it going? Is Shane okay?"

"Everything's fine, but you'd better go in and have a look." Peter didn't know how to explain, it's just too strange.

Charlotte nodded and walked towards the house.

The living room and the kitchen were on the first floor, and the main room was on the second floor. She climbed up the stairs.

Pushing the bedroom door open, she saw Shane, who was shirtless, leaning against the window frame. He was frowning and his eyes looked troubled. He was breathing heavily and aggression was emanating from him.

Next to him were Avery who was calmly sipping tea and a woman with a disfigured face.

On the bed was Christopher, who was hogtied.

Charlotte blinked. "What happened?"

"When Shane arrived, he was tied up and brainwashed by Christopher. He pretended to be brainwashed and turned the tables against him," Avery summarized.

Charlotte ran to Shane's side and gently held his hand, but he shook her off. He turned to look at Avery. "Get them out."

"I don't take orders from you," Avery said in exasperation.

"Hurry up."

Avery sighed. He stood up and tapped Charlotte's shoulder. "Give him some time to calm down."

Charlotte was worried about Shane, but the way he pushed her was too scary. She didn't dare to linger, so she followed Avery and left the room.

Once they were downstairs, Avery spoke, "Although Shane claimed he wasn't brainwashed, hypnosis still has an effect on people. He is now resisting the effects caused by Christopher. There's nothing we can do."

"So, what's going to happen?" she asked.

"He might fall in love with Heidi."

"What?" How could Shane love a dead woman?

Avery said with a bitter smile, "He may call out someone's name when you're in his arms, or he might just leave you."

Charlotte's heart sank.

"Charlotte, it's up to you to stay by his side, or to take advantage of this opportunity and leave him. I'll just say this since you and Shane are friends, it's great if the two of you are happy together. But if that's not the case, then so be it."

"I know." She sighed. "Let's look at the situation first. Maybe it isn't that bad."

Or perhaps, even worse.

Avery nodded. "I'm glad that you're so optimistic."

After straightening up the mess, Avery bid goodbye to Peter and Zoe. He had to deal with Christopher.

Christopher was still tied up, so Charlotte couldn't see his appearance clearly. She didn't understand how he could risk everything for this. She didn't have the strength to care, her main concern was Shane.

Everyone had left except for her and Shane, and Cole was guarding at the door.

Charlotte quietly tiptoed upstairs.

Sounds of objects crashing rang from the room.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. An ashtray shattered near her feet and shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Shane looked at her coldly. "Get out."

She stepped on glass fragments and went inside.

Shane's face darkened, but he couldn't stop her from approaching him. When she hugged him, his irritation rose. He snatched a tie on the back of the chair and tied her hands before pushing her onto the bed.

He was no longer smashing objects. Instead, he sagged against the wall wearing a cold expression trying to regain his composure.

Charlotte struggled away from the bed and crawled to his side. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and said, "Shane."

Her voice was soft and imploring.

"Could you please look at me?"

He lowered his head, grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face toward him.

It was painful.

His actions seemed casual but took a lot of effort or maybe he didn't know the severity of the situation.

Charlotte raised her hand in front of him and said "It hurts."