Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Peter's expression remained unchanged. He only frowned slightly and said, "I don't think he's disgusting. He's just a little different. Why are you having such a huge reaction?"

"Isn't it horrifying enough to be different from normal people?" Charlotte asked impatiently.

"I also think I'm different from normal people. If you think about it, Ms. Emerson, if you're a normal person, what about those people in the Airline Union?"

She thought about it following this logic.

Charlotte finally figured it out.

This talk about what was the so-called normal and abnormal, was simply a difference in opinion. She and Zoe thought that Avery was abnormal, but in Peter's eyes, his behavior was just an alternative lifestyle choice.

Just like at the beginning, Charlotte didn't think that Avery was so bad. She respected his choices. It was only after they became friends that she started to judge his choices.

"Do you think that people are especially harsh on those who are close to them?" Charlotte asked Zoe.

"I don't know. The first time I saw him, I already felt uncomfortable," Zoe answered truthfully.

This answer was within Avery's expectations, but when he heard Zoe's honest words, he felt surprised.

Soon.

The car was parked at Block 32 in a small neighborhood.

"It's indeed an ordinary family," Peter said while holding his phone. "Based on River City's property market, the price of a house here is no more than five million dollars at most. Unless they sell the house, they don't even have a million dollars in working capital."

"It's already a lot for an ordinary family," Charlotte said.

"Yes, it's a middle-class family. It's hard to imagine why they didn't have any more children."

Avery remained silent.

He was extremely familiar with this 'home'. He had fantasized countless times about coming here when he was in his thirties or forties to take care of Irena's elderly parents.

He had also considered that if he needed to come here to propose marriage, his car would not be able to fit on the road. So his best solution was to broaden the roads. After all, he had the money and he could do it.

He had thought about these things a lot. Nevertheless, Irena had left him forever, leaving him alone in this world.

Sometimes, he felt that life was really meaningless. Life was full of gains and losses that seemed to be endless. Everything had been set in stone. That was why he was so surprised that Shane was a materialist.

Did he really think that what he could touch would remain forever?

Avery stood on the stairs in a trance.

"Let's go upstairs." Charlotte stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder. "Avery, you'll have to face it eventually."

"It's not that I'm afraid to face it, I just..." His voice was a little hoarse.

He couldn't even say it himself.

Unit 801 - It was a plain number.

However, Avery took every step with great difficulty. The bittersweet memories of the past swept through him in an instant, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Avery knocked on the door.

The door opened.

Charlotte was startled for a moment. The Chambers looked a little too young. They looked like they were only in their forties, but the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes betrayed them. "Aren't, aren't you Avery? What are you doing here? Come on in, please. This... this is!"

Mrs. Hart pushed past Avery and walked in front of Zoe. Her eyes were wet in less than two seconds. She held Zoe's hand tightly. "Miss, what's your name?"

"My name is Zoe," Zoe replied.

"Zoe, that's a nice name. What a nice name. A nice name." Mrs. Hart smiled lovingly, and the way she looked at Zoe was very gentle.

On the other hand, Mr. Hart was much calmer as he called for everyone to go inside.

The Chambers residence wasn't that big, Charlotte thought.

According to Peter's estimate, this house was worth a bit more than four million dollars at most, maybe even less. Although River City's property was worth a lot, the house was relatively small.

In River City, even a 40 million dollar house might not be very big, much less one that was only worth four million.

Therefore, one could conclude that this Irena was really from an ordinary family.

Zoe was visiting now to find out her relationship with Irena, so she allowed herself to be interrogated by Irena's parents.

Charlotte leaned against the windowsill and looked at Zoe's worried face. Zoe was usually calm, but when she met someone older, she immediately showed her true colors. This was not her fault. After all, she had never had a good relationship with her family since she was a child.

Peter walked to Charlotte's side and said, "Ms. Emerson, I just heard that Irena did not have any sisters. It was just Irena."

"That's so weird."

"Actually, the probability of this happening isn't that low. There aren't even identical snowflakes in this world, but it's not difficult to meet two people who look similar," said Peter. "Really?"

"In principle, the probability of a person meeting another person who looks the same is between 0.37 to 0.04. It's even more unlikely for your airplane to malfunction." "Where did you get all this data from?"

"I've done some investigating," Peter said with a silly smile.

Sometimes, Charlotte still admired Peter very much. There were so many random things in his mind. If it were her, her brain would probably have exploded long ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart invited Zoe and Peter for a meal, so Avery left with Charlotte.

They went downstairs.

Avery let out a heavy sigh of relief. He felt so cold that he kept rubbing his hands. "After this, I will start dealing with the Stevens family. I have obtained accurate evidence that Caleb forced my sister to bring Irena to the Stevens residence."

"Alright. I'm also making preparations. I've already asked Shane for the best lawyers."

"Thank you."

"I'm doing it for myself, too."

"I'll take you over. It's almost time."

Charlotte nodded and got into the car.

She thought about the scene upstairs, of that moment when Irena's parents saw Zoe. The look in their eyes was like Sheryl's when she saw Mrs. Fuller Senior.

It was a look of expectation in their eyes.

Zoe's own family was not a happy one. Now it was like she had gained new parents. Maybe it would make up for it for her.

Charlotte thought optimistically.

The party was on the first floor.

However, Avery brought Charlotte up to the second floor.

The private room on the second floor was halfopen, and the location was very good. Everyone on the first floor could see it.

Shane was sitting on the sofa with his back to the door. He was holding a wine glass in his left hand and a phone in his right. He was recording everyone who arrived at the party.

"Mr. Fuller, I've brought Charlotte. I'm going downstairs to party now." Avery bowed respectfully.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I won't drink your wine. After all, there is still a lot of wine to drink downstairs."

Shane didn't insist. Instead, he turned around and nodded.

After Avery left, Charlotte walked forward and sat down beside him. "Avery said that this is Rick's party. Based on your character, you wouldn't have come. Even if you wanted to come, you wouldn't have brought me here."

"Get ready for a show." "What kind of show?" she asked curiously.

Shane turned his head.

The private room was very dark. Only the corners were lit up. All the light came from a crystal chandelier. However, the light from the chandelier was mostly blocked. Therefore, many people would choose to do some special things in the private room.

They could simply kiss or go even further.

In daily life, Shane was contemptuous of this kind of place and thought that those people were disgusting to the extreme.

However, at this moment, he was able to empathize with those people. Under this dim light, Charlotte was exceptionally attractive.

He reached out to pull her closer and bent over to kiss her tender lips.

He bit her lip. She tasted so soft and sweet, as if she was a sweet dessert. She tasted so pleasant that Shane didn't want to release her.

"Oh..." Charlotte exclaimed in shock.

Shane opened his eyes, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. His long fingers clasped the back of her head.

The cologne he wore...

Charlotte was intoxicated.