Chapter Fifty-Three
Peter_ The Writer
 
    When Peter was sitting in the living room opposite Mr. Moyes, it seemed that Mr. Moyes's sentence that said "You're making a mistake, my life wasn't a simple and trouble-free one." Was recorded in his brain and repeated constantly. Peter put the recorder on the table and said: "Can I record your voice?"
  Scott Moyes closed the book and handed it back to the writer and finally broke this exciting silence with his low and depressed voice and said: "It's okay; my life was going very well at first, I was born in a wealthy family and had a very kind family; I had a good childhood and adolescence and I loved cooking from that time but my father objected to me studying and working in the field of cooking; he wanted me to work in our family company, I studied with a little reluctance in a direction that I could help my father's computer company; I grew up and had been working in my father's company for a few years until." He suddenly stopped.
  Peter, who was not sure about the success of his plan at all; put the book in his bag. He felt his excitement was getting weaker and weaker; he said to himself: "Until! Until what? Hurry up and say." Then he said excitedly: "You stopped at a point where I'm going crazy with excitement and curiosity." Then he felt embarrassed unconsciously and said more dignified and serious than before: "Sorry, please continue."
  Mr. Moyes took a deep breath and this time said louder and happier than before: "Until I met Amy Webster at one of the company parties. She was very different from the others; I fell in love with her that night, I fell in love with a special and extraordinary personality. We got married very soon; we both felt that we were really happy."
  "It's amazing! What can make this perfect happiness fade?"
  "Are you in a hurry? But this story is not over yet."
  Peter was silent and lowered his head.
  "Happiness continued and we had a beautiful son and daughter."
  Peter said to himself: "The story is getting interesting." Then he said: "Can I ask their names?"
  Mr. Moyes said: "A five-year-old boy named William and a seven-year-old girl named." Mr. Moyes's speech was interrupted at this moment because the door opened and a cheerful and loud voice came saying: "Honey, I'm home."

 
    When Peter was sitting in the living room opposite Mr. Moyes, it seemed that Mr. Moyes's sentence that said "You're making a mistake, my life wasn't a simple and trouble-free one." Was recorded in his brain and repeated constantly. Peter put the recorder on the table and said: "Can I record your voice?"
  Scott Moyes closed the book and handed it back to the writer and finally broke this exciting silence with his low and depressed voice and said: "It's okay; my life was going very well at first, I was born in a wealthy family and had a very kind family; I had a good childhood and adolescence and I loved cooking from that time but my father objected to me studying and working in the field of cooking; he wanted me to work in our family company, I studied with a little reluctance in a direction that I could help my father's computer company; I grew up and had been working in my father's company for a few years until." He suddenly stopped.
  Peter, who was not sure about the success of his plan at all; put the book in his bag. He felt his excitement was getting weaker and weaker; he said to himself: "Until! Until what? Hurry up and say." Then he said excitedly: "You stopped at a point where I'm going crazy with excitement and curiosity." Then he felt embarrassed unconsciously and said more dignified and serious than before: "Sorry, please continue."
  Mr. Moyes took a deep breath and this time said louder and happier than before: "Until I met Amy Webster at one of the company parties. She was very different from the others; I fell in love with her that night, I fell in love with a special and extraordinary personality. We got married very soon; we both felt that we were really happy."
  "It's amazing! What can make this perfect happiness fade?"
  "Are you in a hurry? But this story is not over yet."
  Peter was silent and lowered his head.
  "Happiness continued and we had a beautiful son and daughter."
  Peter said to himself: "The story is getting interesting." Then he said: "Can I ask their names?"
  Mr. Moyes said: "A five-year-old boy named William and a seven-year-old girl named." Mr. Moyes's speech was interrupted at this moment because the door opened and a cheerful and loud voice came saying: "Honey, I'm home."