Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

Peter struggled for a moment and reached out to hug her. "No, I want to lean on you. It feels safe to lie down like this. I don't care. I want to lean on you."

What was the problem with this guy?

Zoe gnashed her teeth. "If you don't let me go, I will hit you."

Peter still didn't want to let go. Zoe raised her hand and violently hit the back of his head. That kind of "beating", which took all her strength, would mean nothing to other people. They could easily endure it. But Peter recalled the scene where he was beaten up by his father when he was trying to make him laugh.

Peter instantly grabbed her wrists, forcefully twisted them, and pinned her down on the sofa. He raised his other hand over his head. His fist was about to hit Zoe's face.

Air, time, and space seemed to be frozen in an instant.

"Peter..." Zoe didn't feel pain in her wrist, but the way he looked was a little intimidating.

His youthful vibe was no longer present. Instead, it was replaced by an inexplicable gloominess and rage.

Waking up from his dream, Peter let go of his hand and took a few steps back. He looked at her deeply. The light in his eyes was broken into pieces, like fragmented glass impaling the heart.

A stabbing pain.

He couldn't stop the panic even if he took a deep breath. He could only turn around and hide in his room.

Zoe looked at his back and suddenly remembered the rumors in the company. Some people said that Peter was domestically abused when he was a child. Some people said that Peter's parents had a discord because they were incompatible. Some people said that Peter's father died a long time ago because of Peter.

She had always been contemptuous of these rumors. After all, her colleagues had also said that his parents wanted to sell him off.

However...

At this moment, she couldn't help but recall those rumors.

Zoe bit her lips. After moments of hesitation, she got up and walked toward the bedroom.

Peter was lying on the bed, staring blankly at a willow tree outside of the window. It wasn't the right season at the moment. The willow was bald without leaves. It was absolutely hideous. However, if the season was right, the willow tree would grow tender shoots, and the buds would hang from the branches, which could be made into a lot of things if you pluck them out.

Knock, Knock, Knock-

Zoe stood at the door and knocked.

Although she could see him from her position, she still knocked on the door.

react, but his body

sat down beside him. She gently touched his head and said, "Did I hurt

my cousin said that if I was sad, I should always go to him. Because as long as he kissed me between my eyebrows, all my

turned her head away, not wanting

tales, but I know that fairy tales are fake. I know that they have parents, but their parents are fake too. I know that everything in this world will eventually leave me. Even my life will be taken away by

grow old and die was because of the

how an apple would turn yellow, and a banana would turn

only understand this after going to primary school, but she understood it

from those child prodigies. They were skipping grades like crazy, but she was good at hiding her potential. She just wanted

live an ordinary life, marry an ordinary man, and give birth to a lovely

facing each other. Their faces were so close that they could

would you do that to me

a classic saying that the elves in our novels, television series, and movies were all

"What's the rule?"

person kissing another person's forehead signifies eternal protection. Each individual can only kiss one person in their entire lifetime.

Peter was stunned.

life, didn't believe in time, and didn't believe in fairy tales. But she believed

about, Zoe reached out and outlined his eyebrows. "Actually, it's not that I believe in this rule, but that I choose to believe in it. I still

I always thought you were a perfect

"No, I'm not."

even more

on her shoulder. "At first, I wanted to become your man. Let you rely on me, and let me chase after you. But I think I understand now. I can't let you trust me yet.

my story to let you come to this

with you. But Zoe, I understood something. I

raised his head and looked at her sincerely. "And I know that you

I have to apologize to you. But Peter, how

He pointed at himself and then at her.

slightly curved upwards, and eventually, her

said that there was a kind of angel in ancient Greek mythology who

fly as high as the normal Angels, but they weren't ostracized by the Angels. On the contrary, some Angels

They had flown even higher than

one couldn't change how they were born, they could decide how they want

of the existence of the One-Winged

A few days later.