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

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

that?" Peter turned her head away, not

fairy tales are fake. I know that they have parents, but their parents are fake

would grow old and die was because

how an apple would turn yellow, and a banana would

people might only understand this after going to primary school, but she understood it when she was less than

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

life, marry an ordinary man, and give

They were facing each other.

that to

saying that the elves in our novels, television series,

"What's the rule?"

Each individual can only kiss one person in their entire

Peter was stunned.

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

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 to believe that there

always thought you were

"No, I'm not."

even

tightly and buried his head 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. Let's take

story to let you come

You want to share your past with me, and then let me share mine with you. But Zoe, I understood something. I understood that being domestically abused by someone I

you didn't

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

at her. "Elder sister. We're from the same

mouth slightly curved upwards,

there was a kind of angel in ancient Greek mythology who was born with only one wing. Therefore, people called

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

They had flown even higher than

they were born, they could

of the existence

A few days later.