Single Mom's Sweet Husband (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.

"I've helped you achieve your wish. What's there to be unhappy about?"

Beside him, a man's voice drifted like a ghost. It was unknown why his throat had been damaged. His voice sounded incomparably hoarse, as irritating as nails on a chalkboard.

Christopher didn't look 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, he said with a chuckle, "Now no one can persuade me to turn back and mend my ways. I should be happy."

"Those people who would try to persuade you never knew how Shane tried to kill you. There's no need to show clemency."

"No, 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 himself. He raised his head and said, "Keep it on the down-low. Don't let her find out."

"Why not take this opportunity to come between her relationship with Shane?"

"They 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 love with someone."

The man raised his eyebrows and laughed. "I don't know about that. As long as you hinder his involvement in the company overseas, I will provide you with a steady flow of funds." "Tanner, I hope we'll work well together."

Christopher raised his glass and clinked it with him.

Two of them downed their wine together in one gulp.

After a while, Tanner left the lighthouse, leaving only Christopher alone on the lighthouse.

He gazed at the city below him, but his heart was empty.

Mrs. Fuller Senior was still trying to convince 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 mother and him.

If he had known it would be like this, why would he do it?

Christopher poured another glass for himself.

There was a song that sang, a toast to dawn and a toast to death. Yup.

His dawn, and their death.

Two days passed.

Peter and Avery confirmed that Christopher had returned to Brine.

Everyone could finally leave the hotel. Charlotte, Anne, and the two kids were obliviously having fun, while 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 understand why there are people in this world shouldering heavier responsibility and duty. If everyone knew the truth, then the world would no longer be beautiful."

"Well, aren't you honorable?" Zoe held his hand. "We're just lending a helping hand. We can't compare with those heroes."

Peter laughed. "Of course I knew that, but I still wanted to toot my own horn." Peter turned to her and said, "Zoe, we don't know what will happen in the future. Why don't we get married soon?" Zoe was not ready for the marriage.

As a matter of fact.

In her mind, it was very difficult for her to get married.

Her family 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 agree

to the match.

Financially, she had everything, including a house, a car, a job, and a stable income. But after years of toiling, she didn't have time to settle down.

But all of this was not worth mentioning to Peter.

In terms of family background, his was much bleaker than hers. He often said he'd be fine as long as she didn't abandon him.

In terms of finances, they were almost on par. Ever since they fell in love, Shane had been remunerating them equally, no matter if Peter's job was harder than hers. According to Shane, he must provide her with security, which came in the form of equal pay for Peter and her.

How they split their expenses had nothing to do with Shane. Therefore, she would give Peter some money to be used for household bills every month.

As for the matter of time, they spent every day with each other. They worked and lived together. It felt right, and they also conformed to their roles easily. They were not sick and tired of each other.

In the past few months, she was very satisfied with him, and she knew that he felt the same.

"I'm not ready to get married yet." Zoe turned Peter down after thinking for a while.

"I just want to legitimize our relationship. Please don't think too much. I don't mean to force you. Of course, if you think I'm forcing you to get married is to give you a title," Peter suddenly leaned over, "Then you shouldn't refuse me."

"It's my own fault. I'm not ready." Zoe laughed.

He really wanted to give her a status. Getting married or not didn't make any difference to him. However, she knew it was not that simple.

The marriage that Peter wanted was to take responsibility for each other and start a new life.

"Our past had been rough and we can't change that, so now it's up to us to create the future. This is my idea, so you don't need to feel pressured, okay?"

Peter held Zoe's hand tightly. He was afraid that she would vanish if the wind blew.