Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 62

"You..." Raima raged till the point where her vision blacked out for a moment and she almost fainted.

At that exact moment, Ophelia had just come out of the kitchen. Seeing the situation unfold, she immediately ran over to Raima's side and caught her in the nick of time. Once she sat Raima down, she poured her a glass of water. "Madam, have some water."

Raina sipped cautiously from the cup. After she took a few deep breaths, her frustrated frame of mind eventually returned to normal. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Ophelia took a glance toward the outside but found no one in sight. She sighed softly and asked, "Madam, why didn't you tell the young master about your sufferings over the years?"

Raina broke into a bitter smile at her question and replied, "It's just grievances over people from our past. Why should I tell him?"

"But you should also let the young master know that you, too, are in pain and have constantly put in a lot of effort. Else, this just can't do - the two of you don't meet every day, but whenever you do, your exchange is always so hostile!"

Raina’s heart ached at the thought of her son' s disinclination to address her as his mother. She waved a hand at Ophelia in an attempt to shoo the conversation away. "I’m tired; would you please help me up so I can rest in my room?"

After dinner, Charlotte scurried around cleaning her house. When she was done, she laid out her yoga mat and switched on the TV for background noise, then folded herself over for some stretching exercises.

Since the day of the incident in the hotel, Charlotte had requested a three- day leave from the company, specifically to avoid Shane and any ensuing unnecessary awkwardness. She also wanted to take this time to have herself some peace of mind.

Just as she bent down in a side split, she heard a familiar name announced on TV.

"According to official announcements by the Fuller Group, all contracts with Ms. Yuliana Lane will be terminated hereafter. Her positions as the ambassador of various brands will be filled by renowned film star Ms. Tiffany Allen."

'Yuliana Lane?’

Charlotte froze mid- action and raised her head to look at the TV

On the screen, Yuliana was pictured in a black dress and slightly tousled hair. Her arm was raised to her face in an attempt to make her way through the sea of reporters.

"Ms. Lane, the Fuller Group has terminated all partnerships with you. Does that mean that your relationship with Shane Fuller, CEO of the Fuller Group, is also over?"

The questions dug deep into Yuliana's flesh like bullets and her expression grew increasingly contorted by the minute. Avoiding the prying questions, she calmly replied, "It's just that our contract was past its expiration."

"You have been partnered with the Fuller Group for five years. Why didn't you renew your contract and continue working with them? Could it mean that the CEO of the Fuller Group has lost interest in you and is now looking for a new lover?" a sharp-tongued reporter questioned.

At that instant, Yuliana lost her cool and started swinging her branded purse around, crashing into the cameras around her. The scene fell into total chaos.

The news program immediately cut into an advertisement.

Rather coincidentally, this advertisement was for a skincare brand under Fuller Group's care. Sure enough, their ambassador had been switched over to Tiffany Allen.

'That's quick.' She raised her eyebrows.

Charlotte's jaw dropped. It was only two days ago when the two of them showed up together at the Emersons' and within two days, they had parted ways.

Had Shane really found a new lover, just like what was mentioned on TV?

Was it Tiffany Allen?

Charlotte looked up at the TV again. On the screen, Tiffany looked marvelously elegant and gorgeous, yet guileless and pure. There was no denying that she was substantially prettier than Yuliana's heavily caked face.

With that thought, Charlotte shook her head vigorously. This sort of matter was none of her concern!

She quickly changed the channel and continued doing yoga.

On other hand, Yulian had finally broken free from the crowd of reporters. Disheveled and exasperated, she headed straight back to her apartment.

After kicking out her assistant, she started smashing things around her house.

With a creak, the door to her apartment opened to reveal Elaine, who was carrying a bag with her.

She scanned the messy scene sprawled across the floor and spat coldly, "Is this all you’ve got?"