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.

a ghost. It was unknown why his throat had been damaged. His voice

He looked out at the panoramic view before him while sipping his wine. After a

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

Christopher hung his head

to

the first place. It's only a matter of time

As long as you hinder his involvement in the company overseas, I will

glass and clinked it with

them downed their wine together

left the lighthouse, leaving only Christopher alone on

gazed at the city below him, but his

him 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 with his

he had known it would be like

poured another glass

a song that sang, a toast to dawn and a

and their

Two days passed.

confirmed that Christopher had

everyone 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

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

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

matter

mind, it was very difficult

she couldn't marry someone from the same or upper class. But she was unwilling to choose just