Charlotte suddenly found this kind of life incredibly exciting and interesting.
It felt like grappling with Atlas Hallow. He was a man of extrely high intelligence, the kind who doesn’t usually display how smart he is, but he’s always able to easily notice subtle things around him and find traces and clues from these subtle changes about the developnt of certain matters.
Sneaking out to work right under his nose—it’s truly a bit crazy.
But she’s still so young, if not crazy now, then when?
Being afraid that the aunt might accidentally spill the beans, Charlotte told her she was taking so flower arranging courses.
If Atlas Hallow was expected to return on ti, she would co back by around three in the afternoon, wash up, and wait for him so they could have dinner together. If he happened to have social engagents, Charlotte would co ho for lunch and rest for a while before heading out again, so the aunt wouldn’t be too suspicious.
She crafted an image of herself as a healthy and cheerful pregnant woman, which made the aunt happy as well. The aunt was glad to have a lighter workload when Charlotte didn’t co ho for als, and seeing Charlotte’s complexion improve day by day gave her peace of mind about her job, especially considering Mr. Hallow was a generous employer who paid double wages, the aunt felt she had to put in extra effort.
Charlotte also knew that there are no walls in this world that never let the wind through. As she worked happily, she remained prepared for the possibility of being caught at any mont.
But she was truly fearless, for she was nurturing his child—what could happen?
Sotis while working, Charlotte would imagine Atlas Hallow’s reaction if he discovered everything and jumped in surprise; she’d secretly chuckle like a mouse that had stolen sesa oil.
Ti passed neither too quickly nor too slowly, and everything proceeded according to its own rhythm. As the snowflakes fell in winter, they swept away the gray fog that had lingered for days.
So cold...
Charlotte herself dared not be too careless. In this cold weather, she bundled herself up like a bear—hat, gloves, a large down jacket, knee-high leather boots, and a scarf, she made sure nothing was left behind. Lately, she’d been coming ho even later because Atlas Hallow had social engagents today, so she stayed at the office a little longer.
Before leaving work, she went to the supermarket to buy so snacks.
Atlas Hallow had prepared everything for her, from supplents to various fruits, organic vegetables, nuts, and even daily delivered seafood and air-shipped beef, yet there were no snacks.
For the past two days, she’d suddenly been craving snacks, especially wanting to eat potato chips and shrimp chips. Just thinking about these snacks made her mouth water.
As soon as she entered the supermarket, the warm air hit her. She took off her down coat, underneath she wore a white turtleneck sweater and black tight leggings paired with soft long boots. As she walked past the glass window, she couldn’t help but feel a little smug—there hadn’t been any noticeable change yet; her belly was still flat and her waist appeared slim.
She grabbed a shopping cart and leisurely strolled through the supermarket, her heart blossoming with joy at the sight of all the snacks.
She hadn’t expected potato chips to co in so many flavors now—honey, tomato, barbecue, seafood, and even wasabi flavor. She couldn’t imagine what that tasted like, so Charlotte took one bag of each and continued to push her cart to look for other snacks.
Atlas Hallow drove his car, with a bouquet of brilliant, vibrant flowers placed on the passenger seat. He still had social engagents today but had canceled them.
This was the first snow, and he wanted to go ho early to be with her.
Though darkness hadn’t fallen yet, Atlas Hallow felt a bit impatient to return.
The feeling was unique; it was as if there was a gravitational pull where she was, urging him, no matter where he was, to hurry and be by her side, moving faster and faster.
Holding the flowers in his arms, when he opened the door, he unexpectedly found the air quiet and empty.
She’s not here?
"Sir, you’re back. Rest for a mont while I prepare a couple more dishes," the aunt welcod Atlas Hallow with a smile as soon as she saw him return.
"Where’s my wife?" Atlas Hallow was certain Charlotte wasn’t there because sothing was missing in the room—her distinctly enchanting rose scent, her gentle breathing, even the warmth and reassuring presence she exuded while there. All of that was absent.
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