Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"I don't know what happened to him either," Avery lied to Charlotte. "But it's true that he's been in a bad mood for the past two days. You should just humor him. There's nothing else you can do but stay

indoors."

"You really are a good friend." Charlotte hung up.

Avery thought it was humorous, he tried forcing a smile by pulling the corners of his mouth upwards, but nothing happened. He touched his mouth and sighed miserably. Never mind a smile, he was not in the mood to discuss the issue. He wasn't sad, but he felt panic rising in him.

However, he wasn't sure why he was panicking.

Avery lay on the bed facing up. He thought that other people might be in the same state. It was hard to explain this stifling feeling he felt.

Avery fell asleep in the same position and was woken up by his phone. He leaned to one side and placed it against his ear, frowning while answering with displeasure, "Hello?"

"Avery, it's me." Peter's voice sounded a little choked up. "We're going to cremate Mrs. Fuller Senior, but we don't have any local connections. It's not convenient for Mr. Fuller to help. Can we trouble you for help?"

"I'll handle it right away." Avery's fog of sleepiness cleared. He propped himself up on an elbow and leaned against the headboard calling his friends.

Finding a crematorium was a very simple matter. He would never commit murder, otherwise the crematorium could come in handy. Perhaps this was the benefit of money. Avery's mind was filled with random thoughts.

After arranging the proceedings, Avery's mood was still sour. He sighed repeatedly and threw himself onto the bed and fell asleep again.

What the hell was this?

Brine, vantage point.

Christopher stood on the watchtower overlooking the city. He was standing on a lighthouse in the countryside. It was tall and built on a cliff with a 360-degree view of Brine, which made it a must-visit destination.

Christopher was bathed in the afterglow of sunset. He held a glass of red wine in his hand and was downing glass after glass.

wish. What's there to be unhappy

why his throat had been damaged. His voice sounded incomparably hoarse, as irritating as nails on a

him while sipping his wine. After a long time, he said with a chuckle, "Now no one can persuade me to turn

you never knew how Shane tried to kill you. There's no need to

Charlotte's reaction would be when she found out about this," Christopher hung his head as he muttered to himself. He raised his head and said, "Keep it on the

this opportunity to come between her

don't have deep feelings for each other in the first place. It's only a matter of time before Charlotte leaves him. It's impossible for Shane to be in

involvement in the company overseas, I will provide you with a

and clinked

their wine together in one

lighthouse, leaving

gazed at the city below him, but his heart was

even when she was forced to the railing. Her expression did not change one bit until she was pushed off. He didn't know why people would sing praises about these things, but couldn't deal

would be

poured another

song that sang, a toast to dawn and a toast to death.

and

Two days passed.

Avery confirmed that Christopher had returned

four of them, just looking at their backs. "That's

hand. "We're just lending a helping hand. We can't compare with

wanted to toot my own horn." Peter turned to her and said, "Zoe, we

matter

was very difficult for her

upper class. But she was unwilling to choose just anyone, yet if someone