Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

"If they dare to make things difficult for me, what would they do to you..." Peter's heart ached for Zoe. He opened his arms and looked at her with a smile. "Do you want a hug to feel better?" "Stop it..." Zoe turned her head in embarrassment.

Peter cup to her and said, "Zoe, you always say that you regardas your brother, but you don't even want to hug me. Is it because I'm thinking too much or because you're thinking too much?" Zoe suddenly had nothing to say. If they couldn't even hug, then that meant that she really had reservations.

In the end, she reached out to give him a gentle hug.

Filled with satisfaction, Peter gently patted her on the shoulder. "I'm your family. Don't worry. Ms. Emerson and Mr. Fuller will also support you. We are all your family." Family.

She never thought that she would have a family, but now...

Zoe allowed herself to indulge in Peter's embrace.

Peter looked at the top of her head and suddenly smiled. "Zoe, you are so short." Usually, she wore high heels.

"You!" Zoe had felt touched, but when she looked up, she glared at his lovely and smiling face.

"You're really short and cute," said Peter as he bent down to ruffle her hair. "As your little brother, I'll definitely protect my lovely sister." "Let go!" She pushed him away angrily.

Peter put his hands on his hips and laughed very loudly.

He was reluctant to let go of her. He knew that she would be embarrassed and would not stay in his arms for too long. That was why he chose to let her leave his arms in this way.

He could see that Zoe becmuch more relaxed after she pushed him away. For her, hugging him was something that she had to endure.

How he wished that, one day, Zoe would not be mindful of Peter in that way. He just wanted her to be in his arms happily.

At this moment, Peter's phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it. He smiled at Zoe and said, "Ms. Emerson is looking for me." "Answer the call." Zoe waved her hand. "I'm going to get dressed." Peter nodded.

He walked to the open French window and picked up the phone. "Ms. Emerson." "Have you dealt with it yet?" Charlotte's languid voice cfrom the other end of the line.

Peter rarely heard speak with such a tone of voice. He touched his nose unconsciously and said, "Mr. Emerson..." "Don't say that you didn't solve it. Zoe has called Shane. I coaxed Shane for a long tbefore he would believe that I had no other intentions. I just wanted to help you get a girlfriend. But even so, he still hasn't forgiven me." There was a hint of whining in Charlotte's words.

In the end, one of NC Company's old suppliers invited him out for an event. Only then did he stop arguing with her and leave her alone in the office.

Peter smiled bitterly. "She agreed. I'm going to her house to get her luggage later." "Well, at least my plan wasn't in vain. Do you know how hard it is to think of an excuse?" "Ms. Emerson, thank you very much for this. I won't let you down." "I've never had much expectation on you. All I ask is that you do your job well. We're just friends outside of work." Peter smiled and said, "Alright, I understand, Ms. Emerson." Beep, beep, beep- Charlotte hung up the phone.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, she was a little sleepy. She tended to nap at this time.

Fortunately, she had no more work to do.

Charlotte packed up her documents and was about to leave the office. However, before she could walk a few steps, she saw a pile of documents where Shane had been sitting earlier. She walked over suspiciously and picked up the documents.

Jackson's operation report? Although she was curious about who this Jackson person was, she also knew that this was Shane's files. She could not open it without reason.

"I should take them hand pass them to him." Charlotte thought.

After the call, Peter helped Zoe to get her things settled.

She didn't bring many things to the hotel. Most of them had been bought by Peter. After all, they were worth thousands of dollars, so they couldn't just get rid of it.

She put her things back into the plastic bags and held them in her hands. They felt very light, much lighter than when she brought them here.

"Peter, leave the things here and I'll take them back?" Zoe said. She had changed into a white shirt. She flipped her hair and it drew a beautiful arc in the air. "Okay." He put down the plastic bag and handed the key to her. "I'll call a car for you." "Can't you just tellthe address?" Zoe said impatiently.

"Letdo it. I don't want anyone to follow you using the hailing service with your phone number on it." Zoe stopped trying to reject Peter. His concern sounded reasonable.

After he got Zoe into the car, he got in his own car and drove to the neighborhood where Zoe used to live.

There were still a lot of people there. Sof them looked particularly sleepy, like they forced themselves to stand there.

Peter stopped the car and took the key out. He was about to go upstairs, but before he could get to the stairs, someone stopped him.

"Young man, you're a stranger here, aren't you? Which unit do you live in?" "What does it have to do with you?" Peter coldly pushed her away.

"We're the parents of the woman who stays in 601. She's a terrible daughter. We..." "What does that have to do with me?" He shot a cold glance at her. "Deal with your family affairs yourself. Don't meddle with people in front of our building." "Young man, don't you have any sympathy? Do you think we want to make things difficult at our age?" "Yes, for money." After he said this, Peter ignored them and went upstairs.

There was a rule in the neighborhood that only the owners could go upstairs. You needed a key even to go inside the building. So as soon as he entered the apartment, it becquiet. The people outside could no longer make a scene. Peter felt that they were afraid that the residents in the building would complain about them, so they didn't go too far. They stayed here only to make Zoe unable to go home.

There was no one in the building. Peter entered Zoe's hwithout trouble.

He had been here once before, so he knew where most of her things were. He did not use her suitcase, but only took svaluable things like her computer.

Peter used his phone to document the brands of the cosmetics and other products Zoe used. He took two sets of relatively ordinary clothes, although he felt that it would be great if she could wear his shirt at home.

Beep, beep, beep- The sound of the phone ringing was loud in the empty home.

Peter put down the computer and picked it up. "Hello?" "Are you okay? They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" Zoe asked anxiously.

"What's wrong?" "My mom calledand askedif I sent someone back. I..." "Blacklist all their phone numbers. They didn't make things difficult for me, and they don't know that I know you. Maybe they just haven't seenaround before. They wanted to trick you with the call," Peter answered calmly.

Peter's calmness also made Zoe calm down quickly. Only then did she realize that if her parents already knew that Peter would go back to take her things, it was impossible for him to enter the building. Fortunately, she did not admit to it. Otherwise, Peter's situation... "Just bring my computer. Don't worry about other things. I can buy more," Zoe said.

That was Peter's original plan, but after listening to what she said, he wanted to tease her. "Most women would make demands at times like this. Such as bringing two more dresses and getting their favorite clothes." "I don't care about that. I can buy more." Zoe was only worried about his safety.

"Zoe, I like you more and more. Don't worry, I will try my best to bring your things when it's safe." "I really don't need it, especially the clothes. I can even wear yours. Don't let them find you out." Peter chuckled.

Zoe was even more anxious when she heard his laugh. "I know that you like me, but you don't have to take risks for me. I'm very grateful that you went back for me. I won't lose my good impression of you just because you didn't get more of my things." Like RICH WOMEN? These women X desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.