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.

achieve your wish. What's there to be

throat had been damaged. His voice sounded incomparably hoarse, as irritating

at him and kept pouring wine into his glass. He looked out at the panoramic view before him while sipping his wine. After a long time,

try to persuade you never knew how Shane tried to kill you. There's

I wasn't feeling merciful towards Shane. I'm just imagining what Charlotte's reaction would be when she found out about this," Christopher hung his head as he muttered to

not take this opportunity to come between her relationship

matter of time before

hinder his involvement in the company overseas,

raised his glass and clinked it

their wine together in

the lighthouse, leaving only Christopher alone

gazed at the city below him, but his heart

one bit until she

it would be like this, why would

poured another glass for

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

and their

Two days passed.

confirmed that Christopher

else was pensive. Hence, they all trailed behind four of them, just looking at their backs. "That's nice." Peter couldn't help but sigh. "I finally understand why there are people in this world shouldering heavier responsibility and duty. If everyone knew the truth, then the world would

his hand. "We're just lending a helping

my own horn." Peter turned to her and said, "Zoe, we don't know what will

matter

it was very difficult

implied that she couldn't marry someone from the same or upper class. But she was unwilling to choose just anyone, yet if someone better liked her, she still wouldn't