Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 9

It hurts!

The next day, the first thing Charlotte felt when she woke up was her agonising hangover.

"Mommy, have some honey water."

The obedient Sheryl stood beside the bed with a cup of honey water in her hands.

Seeing her daughter being so considerate and attentive, Charlotte smiled as she took the cup and gulped down the honey water in one breath.

"Where is Aunt Jane?"

At this time, Charlotte had regained some of her memories, and she seemed to have drunk too much last night.

"Aunt Jane left for work!" Sheryl took the empty cup.

"Mommy, it's time for work too."

Sheryl’s words immediately woke Charlotte up. What a mistake drinking last night. She was supposed to report to office today!

Having thought of this, Charlotte didn't have time to worry about her hangover anymore.

She quickly got up to wash up.

Most of the clothes in her wardrobe were black professional clothes. After she changed, she looked dull and boring.

"Sheryl, make sure you listen to your nanny," Before leaving the house, Charlotte reminded her daughter again.

Under Anne's arrangement, she hired a nanny. By doing so, someone would always be there to look after Sheryl, and Charlotte would be able to work with ease.

After completing the paperwork for employment, Charlotte was randomly assigned to a corner, where she'd be working as an assistant designer.

Having this kind of treatment, Charlotte was okay with it. Since she had returned to the country, she would start from the bottom. She had thrown all her glorious past abroad behind her.

But throughout the entire morning, no one had given her any tour, so she had to read the company rules and regulations that human resources had given repeatedly.

"Did you see the woman in the corner?"

"Well, is that her?"

During the lunch break, some people started discussing about Charlotte when they thought she wasn't paying attention.

"What a peculiar way of dressing up. I heard that Mr. Collins isn’t in today."

"Looks like it, but the most bizarre thing is that a frigid man like Mr. Fuller even joked about her when he saw her yesterday."

"Ah! What kind of joke did he say? What a pity! I took a day off yesterday."

"That she doesn't look like someone who's here to pick up men. Haha." The crowd burst into laughter after seeing one of their colleagues mimicking Shane.

These words naturally fell into Charlotte's ears, but she didn't show any displeasure on her face.

She was no longer the eldest daughter of the Emerson family. In the past few years in society, she knew very well that in the workplace, there was no chance of success if she relied on gossiping or competing with others.

What she needed to do was to wait for the right time.

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In the afternoon, a stack of documents suddenly descended from the sky. By the time Charlotte realised what was going on...

The woman in high heels swayed her slender waist and left. Eventually, she went into the chief designer's office.

So the woman was her supervisor.

A thought popped up in Charlotte's mind. She then quickly put the documents in order and opened them up.

On each sheet of paper was an architectural design draft. But no matter how it looked from the perspective of the lines or the design concept, these drafts looked like the works of a beginner.

Was this a test for her?

After thinking for a while, Charlotte picked up the pen and started to make amendments to the original work.

When she finished everything, it was already eight in the evening.

People around her had left, and only the lights on her desk were still on.

After exiting the company's main entrance, Charlotte strolled toward the bus stop. However, at this moment, a red Porsche suddenly stopped came to a stop in front of her.

While Charlotte was wondering whom it was, the car door swung open. A woman in branded clothes came out of the car.

The hip-wrapping fishtail skirt outlined her curves perfectly. The ten- centimeter high heels clicked on the ground with a clattering sound.

Charlotte stared at the elegant woman before her.

It turned out to be Elaine.

"Lottie, it's really you. I thought I had mistaken you for someone else!"