Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel 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?