Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 58

"Charlotte Emerson, I want you, to fill the bathtub with cold water this instant, and bring me some ice cubes while you're at it."

Suppressing the fervent desire in his heart, Shane got up and distanced himself from Charlotte.

"Oh, alright." Charlotte was so flustered and dazed that she didn't have the time to process what was happening. She quickly climbed to her feet, cheeks burning with embarrassment, then ran to the bathroom. Without delay, she twisted the tap to the cold water outlet all the way open and started filling the bathtub as per Shane's orders.

While the water gushed into the immaculate tub, the scene of her body locked under Shane's kept looping in her mind.

She could no longer remember how she ended up beneath him. All that her mind recalled was his rock hard chest, his burning palms, his shallow, inconsistent breathing, and the hard object that was pressed against her abdomen...

She abruptly slapped herself on the head. "Charlotte Emerson, what in the world are you thinking about?"

Besides, she was already a mother. How could she behave as she had never experienced such a thing before?

Charlotte scooped a handful of the ice-cold water and splashed it onto her face. Only after ensuring the rosiness had left her cheeks did she walk out of the bathroom.

"Mr. Fuller, I've...” Once again, Charlotte found herself choking on her words. She couldn't help herself as her eyes widened and feasted on the shirtless man.

The lines on his torso were exceptionally well-defined and lying below his firm pectoral muscles were a cluster of eight- pack abs toned to absolute perfection.

One wouldn't have been able to tell that he was hiding such treasures under the usual slim fit suits he wore.

Catching her voice, Shane looked over with a frown on his face. He nodded and began walking toward the bathroom.

However, right as he passed Charlotte, his lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Wipe away your drool."

Charlotte instinctively raised a hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, only to realize that there was no drool at all.

'How dare he pokes fun at me!' she growled.

She quickly turned around only to meet a door in her face.

Charlotte's cheeks flared up again.

Soon after, Charlotte dropped by the front desk and asked for a bucket of ice. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

With the bucket in hand, she stood stealthily in front of the bathroom door, trying to eavesdrop on the situation in the bathroom. However, there was no sound of any sort, only pin-drop silence.

Thinking about Shane’ s behaviour from earlier, Charlotte grew worried.

'He couldn't have had a fit in there, could he?’ she panicked.

"Mr. Fuller, I've brought the ice you requested. I'll leave it out here by the door," Charlotte shouted.

Ten minutes soon passed but Shane still hadn't opened the door to retrieve his ice bucket. She stared anxiously at the wooden door that seemed to have fused into the wall.

'Why hasn't Cole returned yet?' she sighed.

"Mr. Fuller, are you alright in there?"

Still no response.

Could something have happened to him?

Charlotte bit down on her lips and pondered for a moment. Someone's life may be on the line here; gender difference couldn't be any less significant in a circumstance like this.

Charlotte slowly pushed open the door with a creak and peeked into the bathroom.

She found Shane laying in the water, listless and eyes shut.

Did he pass out?

Evaluating the possibility of this happening, Charlotte gritted her teeth and warded off the feeling of embarrassment. She rushed forward with plans to pull Shane out of the water.

To her horror, she slipped while trying to approach. She toppled over the side of the bathtub and plunged headfirst into the water unhesitatingly. With the sudden action, water spattered out onto the monochromic tiles and the bath mat.

"Charlotte Emerson, aren't you getting a little too desperate?" Shane’s eyes snapped open and he looked down at Charlotte in dismay, who was still struggling to get off of him.

At that time, the aphrodisiac had more or less worn off by half. He stepped out of the bathtub and fished Charlotte out with an effortless lift of his hand.

"I didn't know how much you longed to throw yourself at me,” remarked Shane, filled with pride and joy as he stared down at Charlotte. Wet and scared, Charlotte looked no different to a weak and helpless little kitten.

"You, you’re okay?" Charlotte stared blankly at Shane, who firmly stood in front of her.

"Who told you I was not?" Shane raised an eyebrow at her.

"But earlier when I..." Charlotte began, swiping at her eyes to get rid of the lingering droplets. Just then, her gaze happened to fall on Shane’ s nether regions. Reflexively, she shrieked and quickly cupped her palms over her eyes.

"You hooligan!" she cursed, then ran out of the bathroom.

Seeing her adolescent behaviour, Shane couldn’t help but laugh out loud. For someone who was already a mother, her actions seemed to reveal that she was someone who had seen little of the world.

On second thought, however, he couldn't deny that the person who was to marry her would be bound to live an interesting life.

"Miss Charlotte, what's happened to you?" a voice spoke.

Coincidentally, Cole had just returned with the doctor. But as soon as they stepped through the door, they saw Charlotte running out of the bathroom, drenched.

Charlotte paid no attention to Cole. Instead, she picked Sheryl up and scrambled out of the room without looking back.