Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 57

It only took a couple of long strides for Shane to catch up with Charlotte.

Taken by surprise, Charlotte asked in confusion, "Mr. Fuller, do you need anything from me?"

The effect of the aphrodisiac had indeed kicked in. Shane's face was burning hot, all the way from his forehead down to his neck and collarbones. His unbuttoned collar from earlier was now all ruffled and wrinkled and lethargy clouded his face.

"Are you unwell?” asked Charlotte, seeing the agony on Shane's face.

However, the man did not utter a word in response. Instead, he grasped her wrist and hauled her toward the car awaiting him by the roadside. He swung open the door and forcibly stuffed her into the cabin.

Then, Shane clambered into the car and shut his eyes. He muttered, "Cole, hotel."

His voice was raspy and deep.

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Her lips parted to protest, but when she turned toward him, her harsh words took a U-turn in her throat.

She had never seen such intensity of crimson on a person’s face before.

She hesitated for a moment and lowered her voice, "Cole, why don't we go to the hospital instead? By the looks of it, this seems to be a case of an acute fever.”

Cole tore his eyes off the road ahead of him and peered at Shane through the rearview mirror. He frowned but didn’t offer a reply; he only floored the gas pedal a little harder.

The car zoomed along the road like a rocket.

"Shane! Shane!" A step too late, Yuliana scuttled out of the house. Standing alone outside the gate, she could only watch in misery as the taillights of Shane’s car drifted into the distance.

Disgruntled, she pulled out her phone and dialed Cole's number to demand that he stop the car, but he did not pick up a single one of her dozen calls. She blew her top and flung her phone to the ground, shattering the screen into smithereens.

In the cabin, the only sound disrupting the heavy silence in the dense air was the ceaseless ringing from Cole's phone.

By now, Sheryl had already fallen asleep in Charlotte's arms.

Charlotte tightened her embrace around Sheryl and eyed Shane, then looked at Cole. The former had his eyes screwed shut in discomfort, while the latter had his brows furrowed deeply.

The suffocating atmosphere drove Charlotte to realize that things might not be as simple as it seemed.

'Could it be that he has some hidden illness such that he can't show up at the hospital?' she mused.

At that thought, Charlotte pursed her lips and turned to look out the window,

In an attempt to keep her mind off of things, she kept muttering to herself, 'I don't know anything.'

'I don't know anything at all.’

Very soon, the car rolled to a halt in front of River City Hotel.

Cole descended promptly and helped Shane alight the car. Seeing this, Charlotte followed suit, opening the door and stepping out with Sheryl in her arms.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

They were ushered into the VIP elevator and headed directly to the 88th floor, where Shane’ s exclusive suite was.

As soon as the group stepped foot into the room, Cole turned to Charlotte. "Ms. Emerson, may I trouble you to keep an eye on Mr. Fuller

in my place? I’ll get the doctor."

She looked at Shane again, who was now supine on the bed. Then, she turned back to the anxious Cole and nodded.

Charlotte gently lowered Sheryl onto the couch aside and stepped toward Shane to pull the blanket over him.

All of a sudden, his eyelids flew open, filled to the brim with an inscrutable murderous intent.

Charlotte leaped backward in horror, but before she could react, Shane grabbed her wrist firmly. Unable to keep her balance, she tipped over and fell onto Shane face- first. Responsively, he flipped their bodies around so that she was pinned against the bed, under the unyielding weight of his body.

Everything happened in one fleeting moment. Charlotte was stunned and her mind turned blank.

She could only feel the intense heat radiating from the man's palms.

She looked up to meet Shane's stare. Just as they locked eyes, an unforeseen tinge of terror erupted within her heart.

The whites of Shane's eyes were ornamented with dilated blood vessels and he looked like a hungry beast ready to pounce. It was as if

any moment now, he would tear her to pieces and savour her flesh as he gulped her down.

In her horrified daze, she heard Shane swoop down to her ear and pant in his deep, coarse voice, "Charlotte, I want to..."