Chapter 383


    "I don''t know what happened to him either," Avery lied to Charlotte. "But it''s true that he''s been in a


    bad mood for the past two days. You should just humor him. There''s nothing else you can do but


    stay indoors."


    "You really are a good friend." Charlotte hung up.


    Avery thought it was humorous, he tried forcing a smile by pulling the corners of his mouth upwards,


    but nothing happened. He touched his mouth and sighed miserably. Never mind a smile, he was not


    in the mood to discuss the issue. He wasn''t sad, but he felt panic rising in him.


    However, he wasn''t sure why he was panicking.


    Averyy on the bed facing up. He thought that other people might be in the same state. It was hard


    to exin this stifling feeling he felt.


    Avery fell asleep in the same position and was woken up by his phone. He leaned to one side and


    ced it against his ear, frowning while answering with displeasure, "Hello?"


    "Avery, it''s me." Peter''s voice sounded a little choked up. "We''re going to cremate Mrs. Fuller


    Senior, but we don''t have any local connections. It''s not convenient for Mr. Fuller to help. Can we


    trouble you for help?"


    "I''ll handle it right away." Avery''s fog of sleepiness cleared. He propped himself up on an elbow and


    leaned against the headboard calling his friends.


    Finding a crematorium was a very simple matter. He would nevermit murder, otherwise the


    crematorium coulde in handy. Perhaps this was the benefit of money. Avery''s mind was filled


    with random thoughts.


    After arranging the proceedings, Avery''s mood was still sour. He sighed repeatedly and threw


    himself onto the bed and fell asleep again.


    What the hell was this?


    Brine, vantage point.


    Christopher stood on the watchtower overlooking the city. He was standing on a lighthouse in the


    countryside. It was tall and built on a cliff with a 360-degree view of Brine, which made it a must-visit


    destination.


    Christopher was bathed in the afterglow of sunset. He held a ss of red wine in his hand and was


    downing ss after ss.


    "I''ve helped you achieve your wish. What''s there to be unhappy about?"


    Beside him, a man''s voice drifted like a ghost. It was unknown why his throat had been damaged.


    His voice sounded iparably hoarse, as irritating as nails on a chalkboard.


    Christopher didn''t look at him and kept pouring wine into his ss. He looked out at the panoramic


    view before him while sipping his wine. After a long time, he said with a chuckle, "Now no one can


    persuade me to turn back and mend my ways. I should be happy."


    "Those people who would try to persuade you never knew how Shane tried to kill you. There''s no


    need to show clemency."


    "No, I wasn''t feeling merciful towards Shane. I''m just imagining what Charlotte''s reaction would be


    when she found out about this," Christopher hung his head as he muttered to himself. He raised his


    head and said, "Keep it on the down-low. Don''t let her find out."


    "Why not take this opportunity toe between her rtionship with Shane?"


    "They don''t have deep feelings for each other in the first ce. It''s only a matter of time before


    Charlotte leaves him. It''s impossible for Shane to be in love with someone."


    The man raised his eyebrows andughed. "I don''t know about that. As long as you hinder his


    involvement in thepany overseas, I will provide you with a steady flow of funds." "Tanner, I


    hope we''ll work well together."


    Christopher raised his ss and clinked it with him.


    Two of them downed their wine together in one gulp.


    After a while, Tanner left the lighthouse, leaving only Christopher alone on the lighthouse.


    He gazed at the city below him, but his heart was empty.


    Mrs. Fuller Senior was still trying to convince him even when she was forced to the railing. Her


    expression did not change one bit until she was pushed off. He didn''t know why people would sing


    praises about these things, but couldn''t deal with his mother and him.


    If he had known it would be like this, why would he do it?


    Christopher poured another ss for himself.


    There was a song that sang, a toast to dawn and a toast to death.


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    His dawn, and their death.


    Two days passed.


    Peter and Avery confirmed that Christopher had returned to Brine.


    Everyone could finally leave the hotel. Charlotte, Anne, and the two kids were obliviously having


    fun, while everyone else was pensive. Hence, they all trailed behind four of them, just looking at


    their backs.


    "That''s nice." Peter couldn''t help but sigh. "I finally understand why there are people in this world


    shouldering heavier responsibility and duty. If everyone knew the truth, then the world would no


    longer be beautiful."


    "Well, aren''t you honorable?" Zoe held his hand. "We''re just lending a helping hand. We can''t


    compare with those heroes."


    Peterughed. "Of course I knew that, but I still wanted to toot my own horn." Peter turned to her


    and said, "Zoe, we don''t know what will happen in the future. Why don''t we get married soon?"


    Zoe was not ready for the marriage.


    As a matter of fact.


    In her mind, it was very difficult for her to get married.


    Her family implied that she couldn''t marry someone from the same or upper ss. But she was


    unwilling to choose just anyone, yet if someone better liked her, she still wouldn''t agree


    to the match.


    Financially, she had everything, including a house, a car, a job, and a stable ie. But after years


    of toiling, she didn''t have time to settle down.


    But all of this was not worth mentioning to Peter.


    In terms of family background, his was much bleaker than hers. He often said he''d be fine as long


    as she didn''t abandon him.


    In terms of finances, they were almost on par. Ever since they fell in love, Shane had been


    remunerating them equally, no matter if Peter''s job was harder than hers. ording to Shane, he


    must provide her with security, which came in the form of equal pay for Peter and her.


    How they split their expenses had nothing to do with Shane. Therefore, she would give Peter some


    money to be used for household bills every month.


    As for the matter of time, they spent every day with each other. They worked and lived together. It


    felt right, and they also conformed to their roles easily.


    They were not sick and tired of each other.


    In the past few months, she was very satisfied with him, and she knew that he felt the same.


    "I''m not ready to get married yet." Zoe turned Peter down after thinking for a while.


    "I just want to legitimize our rtionship. Please don''t think too much. I don''t mean to force you. Of


    course, if you think I''m forcing you to get married is to give you a title," Peter suddenly leaned over,


    "Then you shouldn''t refuse me."


    "It''s my own fault. I''m not ready." Zoeughed.


    He really wanted to give her a status. Getting married or not didn''t make any difference to him.


    However, she knew it was not that simple.


    The marriage that Peter wanted was to take responsibility for each other and start a new life.


    "Our past had been rough and we can''t change that, so now it''s up to us to create the future. This is


    my idea, so you don''t need to feel pressured, okay?"


    Peter held Zoe''s hand tightly. He was afraid that she would vanish if the wind blew.