Charlotte Miller felt that she should ask Jack Smith for a good talk about Luna Miller. If Jack and Luna might have a future, she would genuinely bless them. However, if Jack didn’t plan to be with Luna, she’d request him not to lend Luna any financial aid; otherwise, Luna would never realize her mistakes.
She was currently having too sweet a relationship with Atlas Hallow, so sweet she felt as if she were in a dream, but what if?
Charlotte always had lingering concerns. What if sothing happened to her? Luna must take on the responsibility of caring for their parents, so she had to ensure Luna matured quickly.
Real-world challenges are the fastest way to make soone mature. It’s painful, but it’s sothing Luna must go through.
Jack once left her a phone number. Although she didn’t save it on her phone, she could imdiately recall it—not because she had any major thoughts about Jack, but because she was naturally sensitive to numbers and wouldn’t forget those she heard.
Just as she was about to call Jack, the office door knocked twice. Charlotte put down the phone and opened her office door; Atlas was standing right there.
"I solved the problem for you, so at least you should invite in to sit for a while, right?" Saying this, he walked into Charlotte’s office.
He had it specially designed, with a small lounge in her office; all the furniture was custom-made by his arrangent, a bit smaller than what he used but exquisite without losing grandeur.
"What did you do to her?" Did you send Luna away so quickly? Luna was always good at pestering others from a young age, especially when wanting sothing, she could always pester her dad to buy it for her. Surprisingly, Atlas resolved it in less than ten minutes.
"I stripped off her clothes." Atlas shrugged, acting as if he had no choice.
"You lied..." Charlotte was startled to hear Atlas say he stripped Luna’s clothes. How could he do such a thing?
"Really took them off. Her figure is nowhere near yours, simply worlds apart." Atlas sat on the sofa and casually pulled Charlotte over to sit beside him.
"How can you do that?" Charlotte looked at Atlas in shock. Of course, in ten minutes, he couldn’t do much; he stripped Luna’s clothes not to take advantage. Yet, she felt genuinely uncomfortable in her heart.
"I just pulled her clothes open and told her even if she completely stripped, I’d have no interest, but you’re different—no matter if you wear ten or eight layers, I’d still want you anyti." Seeing her puffed-up look, Atlas decided not to tease her anymore. He finished with a gentle kiss on her face: "Luna can only be dealt with this way, understand?"
But it was too harsh; any woman couldn’t bear such insult from a man, let alone a pampered daughter like Luna.
"Are you jealous? This jealousy cos a bit late. Before eting you, she already stripped in front of , and today, I didn’t actually look at her—just scared her. I have no interest in other won." Atlas said seriously. It was true; he was not really interested in won—other than the girl beside him.
"I’m not jealous. Back at East Beach, quite a few n swam naked, sunbathing; it evens out." Charlotte’s tone was still not good; she was genuinely jealous. She disliked Atlas looking at any woman—even if it was just to teach Luna a lesson, he couldn’t look.
"Are there any better than ?" A dangerous aura slowly approached, like layers of pure masculine scent wrapping her.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Charlotte smirked slightly, encircling Atlas’s broad shoulders with her hands, speaking softly with fragrant breath...
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