Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)
Chapter 41

"Really?" Hearing Sheryl's remark, a faint smile formed on his thin lips. He then gently reached out his pinky and said, "That makes us good friends."

"Uh-huh!" Sherly extended her little pinky and hooked it with Shane's, and the two made a pinky promise.

"Pinky promise. Sheryl and Mr. Handsome are the best of friends."

It was a once-in-a-blue-moon experience to see this jolly, childish side of Shane. Charlotte was too flabbergasted for jealousy and, instead, she let out a series of giggles.

Sheryl turned to look at her and said, "Mommy, come over here! Let's all make a pinky promise together. Promise that we'll all be best friends."

"No thanks," Charlotte rejected her offer with a slight grin and stuck out her tongue playfully. She then turned and walked into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Mischief was not something one would see on Charlotte when she was in the office. At once, the tenderness on Shane's face grew more and more apparent, but he was so caught up in the moment that he failed to notice such changes in himself.

Charlotte opened the refrigerator door only to replace that it was almost empty. In it were some vegetables, three tomatoes, and half a dozen eggs. Nothing more.

'I can't possibly whip anything up with these!' she mused, slightly panicking to herself.

With a palm to her forehead, Charlotte glimpsed at Shane. She wasn't sure if she could serve these to Shane. They may not be up to par with the standards of a CEO.

In the blink of an eye, Charlotte took the ingredients out and decided to go simple with white rice complemented by a couple of dishes. 'Who cares if Shane likes it?'

'It would be best if he doesn't!'

As Charlotte hustled about in the kitchen, Sheryl's crisp laughter would occasionally pass into her ears from the living room.

Charlotte listened quietly as she cracked the eggs into the pan to fry. A gratifying smile crept upon her face inadvertently.

She was so carried away by the laughter and chatter that she didn't notice the eggs starting to char. Whiffs of smoke blew right into her face.

Realizing belatedly what was happening to the eggs, Charlotte frantically put out the fire. Right as she was about to plate the eggs, a large hand snatched away the spatula she was holding. She abruptly turned to replace Shane standing right behind her, looking down at her.

"You..."

"Get out of the way," Shane ordered.

Faced with his domineering demeanour, Charlotte obediently stepped aside, totally forgetting that she was on her own turf.

She watched Shane with bewilderment as he fried up the rest of the eggs with an effortless flick of his hand.

His movements were so slick that he looked like a chef from every angle.

The eggs were fried to perfection, golden on one side and runny on the other. The sweet aroma of eggs flooded the whole house.

He then diced up the tomatoes with top-class knife skills. Every little cube of the endproduct was of uniform size.

The stir-fried vegetables were a glossy green and emanated a succulent fragrance.

Every step Shane took to prepare the meal seemed so sophisticated, like it was no sweat.

Charlotte couldn't help but watch Shane with admiration in her eyes. His cooking skills were amazing! In contrast, hers were bogstandard.

"It's time to eat." Shane washed his hands and looked over at Charlotte, who was still in a daze.

"Right, right." Charlotte quickly snapped back to her senses, but before she knew it, Shane had already laid out the dishes on the table. Meeting Shane's cold gaze, she blushed with shame.

However, Shane appeared unaffected as he left without a word.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Sheryl exclaimed happily as she climbed onto her chair and gaped at the appetizing dishes.

Seeing how her daughter had turned into a hardcore fan of Shane's, Charlotte could only sigh to herself.

All these years, she had raised the little rascal for nothing.

However, the array of dishes was indeed very appetizing. Her mouth watered just by the looks of the food on the table. Just at that moment, Charlotte's stomach growled.

Charlotte's cheeks flushed once again and Sheryl broke out into a delighted smile from beside her.

Shane wiped his cutlery down with a poised expression as if this was his usual routine. 'Perhaps he has mysophobia,' Charlotte noted to herself.

Charlotte chewed on the prongs of her fork as she watched Shane in bewilderment. She found it incredible that a clean freak like him could handle the idea of entering the kitchen to fix up a meal. On second thought, it was also unexpected for someone like Shane, who had lived a life of luxury, to know how to cook.

"Mr. Fuller, your cooking skills are great. May I ask where you learned how to cook?" Charlotte asked curiously.

Given the time and opportunity, she would like to have a go at it as well.

"I'm self-taught," Shane replied bluntly as he put down the tissue. Without meeting Charlotte's eyes, he picked up a piece of vegetable and placed it in Sheryl's bowl, instructing, "Kids must eat more vegetables."

Seeing how caring he was with Sheryl, Charlotte felt affection overflow from her heart.

From within those eyes that lingered on Shane, it was evident that she had gradually put her guard down.