Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 50

Suddenly, Christopher' s phone started ringing. As soon as he saw the caller ID, the smile on his face froze over for a split second.

"Not today, I've still got stuff to settle," Christopher replied as he got to his feet and began walking out.

Charlotte watched Christopher' s figure disappear around the corner and let out a long sigh.

The invisible weight on her shoulders was finally lifted off of her. At once, she felt like she could breathe again.

Seeing that she still had some time to spare, she clicked open her browser to scroll through the posts about herself.

Oddly enough, there were hardly any search results for her name. All the pejorative articles about her were nowhere to be found.

Did Tilly take the initiative to delete them?

What about the reposts? How were there no records of the millions of reposts for each article?

This was too peculiar!

Charlotte couldn’t wrap her head around this.

She tried going on different search engines but found nothing different. Hence, she simply gave up the idea.

Now that she had cleared her name, she felt it was necessary for a celebration.

So, Charlotte dropped Anne a call and asked her out to have dinner together.

On the other end of the line, Anne stuttered and seemed to hesitate. Still, she ended up accepting the invitation.

They agreed to meet at the bar from the last time.

By the time Charlotte arrived, Anne was already there. She waved enthusiastically at Charlotte from a private room on the second floor.

"How did you get here so quick?" Charlotte blurted as soon as she sat down.

Anne's eyes darted about the room. "I was nearby, so I managed to arrive early."

Charlotte slightly narrowed her eyes at Anne. Earlier, Anne had told her on the call that she was at home. How was that 'nearby'?

"Spill. Are you hiding something from me?”

Seeing that she had been exposed, Anne couldn't help but blush. She looked at her toes, avoiding eye contact with Charlotte.

Her current state was the polar opposite of her usual behaviour.

"I got a boyfriend," admitted Anne timidly.

"So that's what it is!" It finally dawned on Charlotte. No wonder Anne's recent replies were either late or punctuated by background noise!

It seemed she had been spending a good majority of her time on dates.

An unprecedented inquisitive look quickly took over Charlotte's face. She began to probe, "Tell me the truth. What's his name? Where is he from? Is he a family man?"

Now that Charlotte was firing Anne with questions, she appeared rather nervous. Her lips parted and met again repeatedly, but nothing came out.

Watching her, Charlotte felt on tenterhooks. She blurted, "Is he married? Anne, you're the second daughter of the Jane family! It's not worth the while..."

"Lottie, no!" Anne interrupted at last, after staring in disbelief as Charlotte began steering offtrack. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"So, tell me then!"

"Don't get angry if I tell you."

"Alright, I won't,” Charlotte promised.

"If s Braden Collins. Mr. Collins from your company." As Anne confessed softly, she cowered in fear.

Sure enough, Charlotte' s face darkened immediately upon hearing this name and she almost leaped from her seat. "Why him of all people? Didn't I tell you that he's just a playboy? No matter where he goes, he attracts women's attention!"

Anne promptly scooted into a corner to hide from Charlotte's anger. Her voice grew even smaller as she said, "It's because you don't like him that I dared not tell you."

"It's not that I don't like him. It's just that he's too much of a chick magnet! Are you sure that he would treat you wholeheartedly as your boyfriend?" Charlotte's rage only grew and she unwittingly raised her voice.

"Yes, I would!"

All of a sudden, a voice sounded from behind her before Anne could answer.

Charlotte was taken aback and it took her half a moment to register what was happening and turn around.

Behind her stood Braden Collins himself, fully clad in monochromatic sportswear that was similar to Anne's fit.

Charlotte turned to look at Anne again.

Good heavens! The two of them were already wearing matching outfits.