"Go change your clothes first. Have you thought about what you want to eat yet?" Atlas Hallow bent down to ask Charlotte Miller. Her appetite was unpredictable; she had already eaten a lot of snacks this afternoon. Would she still be able to eat now?
"Northeastern cuisine, sweet and sour pork, sour cabbage blood sausage stew, dumplings, sauce-braised bones, cold potato noodles, and corn cakes," Charlotte listed. Just thinking about it made her drool; she was so tempted.
Want to eat that? Atlas looked at Charlotte, who was beaming with excitent. It was indeed an unusual preference. He hadn’t noticed before that she liked Northeastern food. But if she liked it, that was good. He took her hand and went into the room to change clothes together.
Seeing her always so full of joy made Atlas’s heart sink a bit. He wasn’t sure whether to tell her about Luna.
He feared it might affect her mood. Perhaps he should wait until after dinner to bring it up.
He couldn’t imagine how furious Charlotte would be if she found out Luna was hanging out in nightclubs mingling with n all day. Atlas knew that Luna’s escapades weren’t entirely due to financial reasons. It’s not just n who indulge in lust; won can be the sa.
Once a woman’s door of desire is opened, it becos nearly impossible to close. Luna’s current lifestyle could be described as decadent. Investigating her affairs was all too easy. The report he received was detailed and clear: Every evening, she lingered at nightclubs and then followed wealthy n to hotels for overnight revelries, even participating in group parties. Though it was phrased sowhat subtly, Atlas knew exactly what group parties entailed.
What he couldn’t comprehend was how the Miller Family could have two daughters with such completely different temperants.
They shared the sa blood, identical genes, yet their behaviors and ways were utterly opposite.
"I’m ready." Ever since becoming pregnant, Charlotte had been much more cautious about herself. Before going out, she always ensured she was wrapped up snugly. Watching her put on her hat, she appeared so adorable, making him want to cherish her tenderly.
"Let’s go..." Atlas wrapped his coat around Charlotte and headed out. Recently, things were more relaxed, but once they returned to the Hallow Family villa, she might feel restless again. However, for the next few months, she’d have to endure a bit. Once the baby was born, he promised she could return to work.
After all, her job was incredibly taxing ntally, and there were still so unclear threats within the Hallow Clan. Those monsters with fangs lurking in the shadows had been preparing for a long ti, all eager to tear him apart and devour him. He needed to keep Charlotte away from these terrifying conflicts. Twelve years ago, the Hallow Clan faced a major crisis. Twelve years later, it seed history was repeating itself; a bigger crisis had already arrived. After years of preparation, the dark forces were making a coback...
After accompanying Charlotte to dinner, once they got ho, Charlotte, feeling sleepy, went straight to bed. Atlas tucked her in, turned off the main light, leaving a small nightlight on, and gently kissed her sleeping face, "Goodnight..."
He still had tasks to attend to; this night was destined to be sleepless.
Fifth Young Master had a restless night’s sleep and got up early.
"Fifth Young Master, breakfast is ready. Cecilia Wilson woke up at four in the morning. She seems to be alright physically; she drank so water, ate so noodles, took her dicine, and now she’s in the courtyard," the housekeeper inford as he assisted Fifth Young Master in fastening the buttons on his robe of a rainwashed blue hue.
"Never mind, I’ll change my clothes." Fifth Young Master glanced at his robe and suddenly felt a dislike for it. Rainwashed blue was an exquisite color; his mother often said nobody could complent it like he did, but he opted to change into a shirt and trousers.
In this room full of haute couture, soone finally stopped by. Seeing Fifth Young Master dressed impeccably, the housekeeper thought he appeared even more handso than those young stars on television.
"Fifth Young Master, add another layer. It’s different outside than in here." Seeing Fifth Young Master dressed so lightly, about to step out, the housekeeper cautiously offered a smile. What if he caught a cold?
Fifth Young Master didn’t even spare a glance at the housekeeper or say a word, yet the housekeeper could still feel the cold aura emanating from him.
He knew he shouldn’t have spoken up, but could he really hold his tongue? Fifth Young Master had never dressed so lightly before. If he caught a cold, what would beco of the housekeeper’s old life?
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