Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

No matter how hard Zoe fought, Peter still managed to tear off her clothes and left a bite mark on her collarbone. He was not just kissing her, but biting her as if he wanted to devour her. This was terrifying. Maybe he would lose his selfcontrol and unintentionally kill her.

Zoe searched frantically for an escape plan, but came up with nothing. Just when she was at her wits' end, Peter suddenly stilled.

"No..." Peter repeatedly mumbled and collapsed atop Zoe as if drained of strength.

Zoe was frozen and tears spilled from her eyes.

She didn't do anything. It was Peter who managed to subdue his emotions.

Peter was asleep for an entire day. Zoe stayed at his bedside taking care of him. His wound had healed quickly, but she was not so lucky. She looked like a victim of domestic violence. As night fell, Zoe intended to get up and leave his bedroom to rest.

Just as she rose, she saw Peter move.

"Peter?" She asked.

Peter slowly opened his eyes, which were lucid and covered with a sheen of tears. "I'm sorry."

He came to his senses and immediately knew what he had done. Although he couldn't remember the details clearly, he knew that he regarded her as prey and wanted to tear her up.

"It's okay. Shall I take you to see a psychologist?" Zoe leaned over and touched his forehead. It was a little warm, but he wasn't feverish.

"Does it hurt?" Peter looked at her lips and couldn't hold back his tears. "It must be painful. I've always wanted to protect you, but I acted like a lunatic."

"It's nothing." Zoe shook her head. "I will pretend that this never happened, you-"

Peter suddenly sat up straight and held her tightly in his arms. "I have been thinking, if you are willing to be my girlfriend, our first date must be romantic with flowers and the ocean and beautiful lights."

"Peter..."

"I want to protect you and give you the best, but Zoe, I don't deserve you," he whimpered like a child. "I don't even have an identification card. He said how could I have an identity card when I was picked up on the roadside? He said that I was a liability."

Zoe gently patted his back. "It will all be over soon." "Zoe, can you stay in a hotel? Take Olive with you, okay?" Peter was reluctant to leave her, but he had no choice.

He did not know what he would do, nor did he know how to face her.

Fortunately, he woke up in the middle of the night.

in the faint moonlight. If it were daytime, he would clearly see the evidence of his brutality, and he would be reminded of wanting to

you alone like this." Zoe touched his cheek and felt her heart ache when

she remembered how he had always taken care of her over the past few

he washed the dishes. She said she'd help with the laundry, instead he quietly took care of it. She was too embarrassed to live in his house for nothing in

thing missing between them was a little bit of intimacy, heartache,

him like this, her maternal instincts surged and she felt sorry for him.

if it had nothing to do with

can't promise that I wouldn't go berserk if I answered another phone call." Peter gently clasped her hand. Seeing her fingers covered in wounds, he wanted to kill himself.

a good rest and don't overthink. I'm going to

from his hold, wanting to head back

could take two steps, he enveloped her in his arms from behind and whispered into the

voice was tender

"Hmm?" She responded.

know," he muttered

he was

did

head. "Go to sleep. I'll

him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly like a kid squeezing a teddy bear and buried

with a smile, "Does

me to leave you, and now you're holding onto me. You are really fickle." Zoe did not push him away, although she felt

to stay,"

"Yeah, I didn't leave."

did not analyze the meaning behind her words, or perhaps, he

off to sleep. Zoe gazed at the man in her arms and her pulse quickened. Peter was

a male protagonist in the comics came to life, then he

fingers brushed over his eyes and

at ease. She had witnessed

have

yet

feelings were really

day, early

eyes and saw Zoe. Before he had time to feel happy, guilt swept over

lips were still bruised. There was a jacket on the bed that looked like it

over and gently kissed her