Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 367

"Forget it."

As he looked at Charlotte's dumbfounded expression, Shane didn't want to make things difficult for her any longer. He wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and pointed at the car door. "Get in. Let's go back first. It's too cold outside. Both you and Sheryl are prone to getting sick easily. Let's talk about it when we get back."

"Shane, I didn't mean it. It's not that I don't have any confidence in myself. You're just too amazing, you have to believe me!" Charlotte didn't want to end the conversation just like that. She was afraid that not explaining would cause a misunderstanding between them.

Shane just looked at her. Then, he put his long fingers on her chin and said, "I never doubted you. It's you who never believed me."

"It's not that I don't believe you. But it's normal to feel insecure, isn't it..." she tried to explain in a low voice.

Shane was so handsome and good-looking. That was all she could say about his advantages, but she had nothing to say about any shortcomings he had. He was so excellent that she couldn't find any to mention.

"Let's go home."

Shane went around to the driver's seat and opened the door. Charlotte had no choice but to follow him into the car. Because Sheryl had fallen asleep, after the two of them got in the car, they did not speak again. The previous topic of conversation was left unsettled. Charlotte vaguely felt like she had said something wrong.

However, what she said was true, and it was not right to keep these words in her heart. She didn't know how to talk to Shane for the moment.

Perhaps, she should find a time to take Sheryl out for a vacation. Perhaps a holiday would help her relax.

It was late at night.

Zoe woke up from her dream and ran to the bathroom to wipe her face. For some reason, she dreamed of Christopher's death. He lay under a bus with blood all over his body. The bus crushed his body repeatedly. The image made her scalp go numb and her blood froze. After all, he was the person she once liked, so even in the dream she wanted to save him. However, she couldn't do it. She could only watch as Christopher bled more and more, and finally...

He became a mess of blood and flesh.

Zoe felt that she was psychiatrically stable. Although she was not as good as Charlotte, she was definitely much better than Anne and Kendall.

But that scene was still...

Zoe went to the kitchen and drank a few mouthfuls of water. Her heart was beating wildly, and she felt terribly uneasy.

Beep—Beep-Beep—

Her phone, which she had been using as a light, rang in the dark night. The pale light of the screen frightened her.

"Hello?" She picked up the call.

"It's me."

Zoe felt like having a sixth sense was a very strange experience. It was rather superstitious, a pseudoscience. She had just dreamed of Christopher's death. Now, she received a phone call from him.

She swallowed and replied, "What can I do for you, Mr. Gibson? I'm no longer your subordinate."

"What's your relationship with Peter?" Christopher's voice sounded a little hoarse through the phone.

"We have recently decided to date," she answered.

"Someone asked me to send you to his villa. You better be careful." Christopher paused for a moment before he frowned. "Don't say that I didn't warn you. It's not always a good thing to work with Charlotte. You should have already been targeted by others, right?"

"I know this. It should have nothing to do with Ms. Emerson. It's her former partner Avery. I look very similar to his ex-girlfriend, but I don't know if it's true. After all, I haven't seen any photos," Zoe replied.

Christopher frowned at first, then he rubbed his temples and said, "What does it have to do with Avery?"

"I don't know what's going on either, but according to various news sources, that's what it is."

"Anyway, take good care of yourself. They asked for you and Peter. Since you are a couple... warn him as well."

Zoe's fingers holding the phone suddenly froze. She lowered her head and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Why? Why are you helping me? You and Ms. Emerson are no longer friends. Why are you helping me?"

Why?

Christopher glanced at the computer in front of him.

Three hours ago, he was sleeping slumped on the table, and then he had a very strange dream.

In this dream, Shane dumped him on a deserted island and watched him struggle for survival as God with Charlotte. In the end, he was hit by a bus. The wheels crushed his heart and bones, over and over.

Although he had woken up, the pain from the dream was clear and real. He remembered that, among all the people watching, only Zoe tried to reach out to save him again and again. But she was pulled back by people around her again and again. She cried bitterly as she watched him die, and then pushed everyone away in anger and sadness.

Later, he woke up and dealt with his emails. Among them, there was an email from an anonymous person who wanted him to deal with Zoe.