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.

his body shuddered in an inaudible

and sat down beside him. She gently touched his head and said, "Did I hurt you? And made you recall something bad?"

I should always go to him. Because as long as he kissed me between my

believe that?" Peter turned her head away,

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 time." Zoe spread herself out and lay side by side with

would grow old and die

how an apple would turn

to primary school, but she understood it when she was less than three

crazy, but she was good at hiding her potential. She just wanted to

ordinary life, marry an ordinary man,

each other. Their

you do that to me if you don't believe

a classic saying

"What's the rule?"

kissing another person's forehead signifies eternal protection. Each individual can only kiss one person in their entire lifetime. Isn't

Peter was stunned.

didn't believe in time, and didn't believe

not that I believe in this rule, but that I choose to believe in it. I still think that there is nothing beautiful about life, but I choose

always thought you were a

"No, I'm not."

you're even more perfect

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. Let's take it slow. One

tell you my story to

know. You want to share your past with me, and then let me share mine with you. But Zoe, I understood

"And I know that you didn't exert too much strength. It was just me. I was too

is domestic violence. I have to apologize to you. But Peter, how are we from

pointed at himself and then at

slightly curved upwards, and eventually, her smile bloomed like

there was a kind of angel in ancient Greek mythology who was born with only one

weren't ostracized by the Angels. On the contrary, some Angels suggested

flown

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

the moral of the existence of the One-Winged

A few days later.