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.

see the bruises on her face in the faint moonlight. If it were daytime, he would clearly see the evidence of his brutality, and he would be reminded

like this." Zoe touched his cheek and felt

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

it. She was too embarrassed to live in his house for nothing in return, but

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

this, her maternal instincts surged and she felt sorry for him. She wanted to hug him and soothe

if it had nothing

berserk if I answered another phone call." Peter gently clasped her hand. Seeing her fingers

stroked his head. "Have a good rest and don't

head back

he enveloped her in his arms from behind and whispered into the

voice was tender and it sounded

"Hmm?" She responded.

he muttered to

was willing to

she did

on his head. "Go to sleep. I'll watch over you.

hand and pulled her down beside him. He wrapped his arms around

asked her with a smile, "Does

holding onto me. You are really fickle." Zoe did not push him away, although she

to

"Yeah, I didn't leave."

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

promptly drifted off to sleep. Zoe gazed at the man in her arms and her pulse quickened. Peter was actually attractive, especially his

comics came to

over his eyes and

his vulnerable and crazed side, she felt oddly at ease. She had witnessed the worst of him, and she could finally accept him

she have Stockholm

had harmed her, yet she was intrigued

were

day,

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

There was a jacket on the bed that looked like it was torn apart by someone. It must have

gently