Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Chapter 289

Peter struggled for a moment and reached out to hug her. "No, I want to lean on you. It feels safe to lie down like this. I don't care. I want to lean on you."

What was the problem with this guy?

Zoe gnashed her teeth. "If you don't let me go, I will hit you."

Peter still didn't want to let go. Zoe raised her hand and violently hit the back of his head. That kind of "beating", which took all her strength, would mean nothing to other people. They could easily endure it. But Peter recalled the scene where he was beaten up by his father when he was trying to make him laugh.

Peter instantly grabbed her wrists, forcefully twisted them, and pinned her down on the sofa. He raised his other hand over his head. His fist was about to hit Zoe's face.

Air, time, and space seemed to be frozen in an instant.

"Peter..." Zoe didn't feel pain in her wrist, but the way he looked was a little intimidating.

His youthful vibe was no longer present. Instead, it was replaced by an inexplicable gloominess and rage.

Waking up from his dream, Peter let go of his hand and took a few steps back. He looked at her deeply. The light in his eyes was broken into pieces, like fragmented glass impaling the heart.

A stabbing pain.

He couldn't stop the panic even if he took a deep breath. He could only turn around and hide in his room.

Zoe looked at his back and suddenly remembered the rumors in the company. Some people said that Peter was domestically abused when he was a child. Some people said that Peter's parents had a discord because they were incompatible. Some people said that Peter's father died a long time ago because of Peter.

She had always been contemptuous of these rumors. After all, her colleagues had also said that his parents wanted to sell him off.

However...

At this moment, she couldn't help but recall those rumors.

Zoe bit her lips. After moments of hesitation, she got up and walked toward the bedroom.

Peter was lying on the bed, staring blankly at a willow tree outside of the window. It wasn't the right season at the moment. The willow was bald without leaves. It was absolutely hideous. However, if the season was right, the willow tree would grow tender shoots, and the buds would hang from the branches, which could be made into a lot of things if you pluck them out.

Knock, Knock, Knock—

Zoe stood at the door and knocked.

Although she could see him from her position, she still knocked on the door.

Peter didn't react, but his body shuddered in an inaudible way.

Zoe walked into the bedroom and sat down beside him. She gently touched his head and said, "Did I hurt you? And made you recall something bad?"

His body was stiff.

Zoe bent over and planted a kiss between his eyebrows. "When I was a child, my cousin said that if I was sad, I should always go to him. Because as long as he kissed me between my eyebrows, all my sorrow would turn into birds and fly away."

"You still believe that?" Peter turned her head away, not wanting to look at her.

"I don't believe it anymore. I was always different from other kids since I was a child. They believe in fairy tales, but I know that fairy tales are fake. I know that they have parents, but their parents are fake too. I know that everything in this world will eventually leave me. Even my life will be taken away by time." Zoe spread herself out and lay side by side with him.

The reason why people would grow old and die was because of the oxidation reaction.

Just like how an apple would turn yellow, and a banana would turn brown.

Some people might only understand this after going to primary school, but she understood it when she was less than three years old.

She was different from those child prodigies. They were skipping grades like crazy, but she was good at hiding her potential. She just wanted to be an ordinary person.

She wanted to live an ordinary life, marry an ordinary man, and give birth to a lovely child.

Peter turned his head around after listening to Zoe's words. They were facing each other. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Why would you do that to me if you don't believe it?"

"Because later on, I believed it." Zoe smiled. "When I was an exchange student at Yale, I read from a classic saying that the elves in our novels, television series, and movies were all archetypes. But in reality, the elves have a rule."

"What's the rule?"

"One person kissing another person's forehead signifies eternal protection. Each individual can only kiss one person in their entire lifetime. Isn't it romantic?"

Peter was stunned.

She didn't believe in life, didn't believe in time, and didn't believe in fairy tales. But she believed in such stories?

As if knowing what he was thinking about, Zoe reached out and outlined his eyebrows. "Actually, it's not that I believe in this rule, but that I choose to believe in it. I still think that there is nothing beautiful about life, but I choose to believe that there is."

"Zoe, I always thought you were a perfect star."

"No, I'm not."

"No, you're even more perfect now."

Peter hugged her tightly and buried his head on her shoulder. "At first, I wanted to become your man. Let you rely on me, and let me chase after you. But I think I understand now. I can't let you trust me yet. Let's take it slow. One day, you will definitely choose to trust in me."

Zoe laughed. "I didn't tell you my story to let you come to this conclusion."

"I know. You want to share your past with me, and then let me share mine with you. But Zoe, I understood something. I understood that being domestically abused by someone I like is a kind of happiness."

Zoe was stunned.

Peter raised his head and looked at her sincerely. "And I know that you didn't exert too much strength. It was just me. I was too wary."

"Domestic violence is domestic violence. I have to apologize to you. But Peter, how are we from the same family?"

"Little brother." He pointed at himself and then at her. "Elder sister. We're from the same family."

The corners of Zoe's mouth slightly curved upwards, and eventually, her smile bloomed like a flower.

They said that there was a kind of angel in ancient Greek mythology who was born with only one wing. Therefore, people called them the One-Winged Angels.

Of course, the One-Winged Angels couldn't fly as high as the normal Angels, but they weren't ostracized by the Angels. On the contrary, some Angels suggested that perhaps they could embrace each other and fly up high into the sky.

They had succeeded. They had flown even higher than the normal Angels.

Although one couldn't change how they were born, they could decide how they want to live.

That was the moral of the existence of the One-Winged Angel.

A few days later.

Charlotte heard from Zoe that Shane had already finished following up Rick's goods, and Rick had transferred 80,000 dollars to the company's account, saying that it was the final payment.

"Why does he still need to pay for the final payment..." Charlotte was speechless as she looked at the receipt.

He had already paid the full sum on the first day, and she didn't need his 80,000 dollars either. What did he mean by doing this?

Charlotte immediately told Shane about it.

Soon, Shane replied with a message, "Just ignore it."

Since he had already said so, Charlotte naturally wouldn't return the money. She could just pretend that Rick had too much money to spend.

Charlotte leaned back on the chair and browsed through the documents in front of her. Recently, many companies wanted to cooperate with her company, but she still hadn't chosen a company that she could cooperate with for a long period of time. The main reason was that the goods that they needed to deliver were too ordinary. Even if they accepted their orders, they wouldn't be able to raise their popularity either.

Suddenly, her fingers stopped.

The safari park?

"Safari Park?!" Zoe shrieked in a shrill voice with her phone in her hands.

"What do you think? If we can take this order and complete it without error, our reputation in the industry will definitely skyrocket," Charlotte said excitedly.

"However, the orders from the safari park often have to be closely monitored by the boss and assistants." This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"That's why I'm here to look for you. If you think there's no problem too, I'll accept the order."

Zoe was a little speechless. "Ms. Emerson, you are the big boss here. You just have to inform me after you've decided. Why do you need to ask for my opinion?"

"Our relationship is not just that of a superior and a subordinate. So, of course, I have to ask for your opinion. What do you think? Do you want to see big tigers?"

Stop.

Honestly, Zoe was a little bit tempted.

She glanced at Peter, who was busy with work.

This fellow had become more and more clingy and annoying recently. She really wanted to find a place to relax.

"What do you think?" Charlotte couldn't help but urge her again.