Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)

Zoe was sleepy even before she arrived at the room. Peter helped her to the bed and put the secondary room card in the power slot, leaving a light on for her.

The hotel room had a main card and a secondary card. The main card could open the door and turn on the power supply, but the secondary card could not open the door.

This was designed for the sake of certain people's needs. Some often left their phones or computers in the hotel to charge, but if they pulled out the card from the power slot, the power supply would be cut. So some large hotels would simply make two cards. Even if people were not inside, the lights could be turned on.

Of course, since this was a business, hotels that provided two cards were often more expensive.

However, if Peter remembered correctly, this hotel belonged to Shane.

Peter left the hotel, stood on the cold street, and felt the wind taking away the residual heat of his body. He suddenly became clear-headed.

He went to the supermarket next to the hotel to buy some daily necessities for Zoe.

"Sir, are you buying things for your girlfriend?" An employee came to his side and asked curiously when she saw that he was holding a pair of disposable women's underwear. "Yes," Peter said.

"Wow, you're so young and you have a girlfriend already!" the employee joked. "We have a total of five different products, and each of them has different characteristics. Do you have any requirements for them?"

"It needs to be comfortable and from a large brand. It must be expensive," Peter answered again.

This kind of spending habit was influenced by Shane. As Peter spent more time with Shane, he learned that the best things may not be the most expensive, but the most expensive things wouldn't be too bad. He didn't know how to choose things, nor was he stingy. Coincidentally, he also earned a lot of money, so he could choose the most expensive items when shipping, so he didn't have to trouble himself too much.

"Er, then this one is good. It has the highest price and is more cost-efficient too. With regards to the brand, this one has a guarantee that..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Peter reached out to grab the items on the shelf and put them in the basket. Then he turned to look at the employee expressionlessly and said, "I need shampoo too." The employee swallowed and led him to the next aisle with her head lowered.

Peter bought a lot of things, and even bought a lot of finger foods, like potato chips and jelly, as well as some frozen meals and cakes that looked good.

He knew that Zoe didn't like the suite's own shower gel and shampoo. He also knew that she wasn't used to using the hotel's towels and toothbrush, so he bought all those things too. Besides, it didn't matter how long she had to use them for.

He walked away with bags of things in his hands. The employee who had helped him leaned against the cashier counter and said, "That scared me to death."

"What's wrong? Didn't you say he was cute and rushed to serve him?" The cashier teased.

"He is very cute, but he is too cold. His gaze looked like a murderer's..." The employee waved her hand in the air to gesticulate.

"Stop exaggerating. I think he seems like a good person. Besides, he bought enough to support the shop for days. Why didn't you talk him into buying more stuff?" The employee shook her head repeatedly.

If she forgot the fact that he had come to buy necessities for his girlfriend, even if he were single, she wouldn't serve him again because of that look in his eyes. It was too scary.

Peter returned to the hotel. The moment he pushed the door open, he saw Zoe sitting on the sofa with her hands supporting her head and watching TV. The TV was on, but there was no sound. She must have muted it.

"Are you hungry?" Peter sat down beside her, took out the cake and milk from the bag, and glanced at the TV.

It was playing a documentary about a murder that had occurred on a train.

Peter impatiently reached out to turn off the TV with the remote control. "Stop watching this. Weren't you sleepy? Eat something and go to sleep please?"

"Hey!." Zoe snatched the remote control from his hand. "Look at this."

Peter looked at the TV.

The documentary told of a murder on a train, but actually, the victim had been killed on an airplane. The murderer had specially transported the victim onto the train. During the entire process, he went through four different checkpoints, but no one figured out that something was wrong.

"What about it?" Peter asked.

"The documentary says that there are 30,000 flights in and out of the country every day. After a flight takes off, the authorities will check in once the plane reaches a certain altitude. They help the pilot to switch the radio frequency to the next region's management," Zoe said.

"So..."

"Lottie asked us to investigate news of the Stevens family entering and exiting the country. We had no clue and didn't know how many people they sent here. But according to this, because of the radio frequencies, planes have to maintain a horizontal distance of 300 meters and a level distance of 6 kilometers."

Peter immediately understood Zoe's meaning. "That is to say, when they entered the region of River City, they would definitely be noticed by the regional management department. If they want to land, they must report it?"

Zoe nodded seriously. "If there is no management personnel in the area, planes might collide. Look at the timing. Some flights are scheduled very close together. If a Stevens family flight arrived without being known by the authorities between flights..."

"That kind of thing wouldn't be possible. They won't allow you into the airspace." Peter completely understood what was going on.

"Yes, so I wanted to ask you, did you investigate the country's civil aviation routes?"

"I really didn't. I have been investigating private routes the whole time. I didn't consider this. Zoe, you are so smart." Peter picked up the laptop that he brought everywhere and got ready to start working. After he successfully booted the computer, he immediately logged on to his software. Just as he was about to start his investigation, he suddenly remembered that Zoe was still having an emotional breakdown. He closed the laptop lid in embarrassment. "Zoe, I'm going to work now. Are you okay?"

"Me? I am fine now. Otherwise, how could I watch a murder so calmly to analyze the aviation routes?" Zoe smiled and stretched out her hand to pat the back of his head, just like a sister bantering with her brother.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

Right, it was already very late.

Zoe yawned and stood up. "I am going to take a bath and sleep. You can go back to your work."

Peter also stood up and handed the bags to her. "I bought disposable underwear, pajamas, slippers, and your usual shampoo and shower gel. I also bought a bath bomb from the supermarket. Here." "Thank you." Zoe took them and said, "Send me the bill and I'll pay you back."

"Do we really have to think about this?" Peter smiled bitterly.

Even if he bought a lot of expensive things, it was only a few thousand dollars. The most expensive item was a hairdryer, which cost more than 2,000 dollars. The employee said that the consistent temperature would not damage the hair, and he also thought that the hotel's hairdryer was unreliable, so he had bought it.

"I don't want to take advantage of you. Even when I'm dating someone, whether I eat or live with them, I'll split the bills evenly. Of course we have to think about this carefully," Zoe said as she brought things into the bedroom.

Peter bit his lips, feeling unhappy.

Would it be that way even if they were in a relationship?

He could only sit down and send the receipt to Zoe's phone. However, he hadn't managed to capture the last few items on the list. Since he was too lazy to take another picture, and because it was only worth a few hundred dollars, he considered them as a gift to Zoe.

Peter put down his phone, took a deep breath, and re-focused on the screen.

The Stevens family and civil aviation routes.

He had to do the things that Ms. Emerson and Mr. Fuller had instructed him to do well.

About half an hour later, Peter rubbed his sore eyes and took out a bottle of coffee from a bag.

The work was more tiring than he thought. After all, it was national data. Although it was completely legal, there was a lot of information and it was all messy.

Squeak-

All of a sudden, a mist of water sprayed on his face.

Peter's fingers paused.