Ava Walker felt her body being tossed between hot and cold, feeling so uncomfortable she could almost die.
The biting cold wind swept towards her, mingled with tiny snowflakes, slicing across her face like little razor blades.
Behind her, the indoor warmth wrapped around her as if it might lt her away.
Just like that, she was tornted between ice and fire...
She wanted to retreat, wanted to curl up on a warm, cozy sofa or bed, sipping hot fruit tea, enjoying her favorite snacks, wanting to go shopping, wanting to travel, wanting to see Atlas Hallow every day, but it all seed impossible now.
So she had to throw caution to the wind; she hoped to see Atlas Hallow once again, to have a proper talk with him, even if not for the sentint from growing up together, because he still had sothing in his possession that could be used as a bargaining chip.
Naomi Walker’s action made the housekeeper genuinely anxious. He had never encountered such a situation before, where the Hallow Family’s second daughter-in-law threatened to jump off a building, and she wanted to see not her husband but her husband’s brother?
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly ran downstairs, thinking that at this rate, no amount of pension would be enough to enjoy.
The housekeeper made his way downstairs, breathlessly arriving at the dining room.
The first young master was still peeling shrimp shells for the first lady. His long fingers deftly removed the shrimp at and placed it on Charlotte Miller’s plate. Clearly, the first lady liked shrimp, and the housekeeper quietly made a note of it.
While noting the food the first lady liked, he whispered beside Atlas Hallow, "Young master, you..." The housekeeper paused, realizing such words shouldn’t be spoken in front of the first lady.
After all, the first lady was now pregnant, and if any emotional turmoil occurred, he really couldn’t afford it.
Atlas Hallow spotted the housekeeper’s troubled expression and guessed that certain things needed to be said away from Charlotte Miller.
The tall, handso figure stood up and walked into the hall. The housekeeper followed behind him, quickly whispering, "Young master, the second lady has opened the window and is standing on the windowsill. She said if you don’t go up within five minutes, she’ll jump off."
Atlas Hallow’s face darkened ominously, instilling fear in others.
"If she’s really sick of living, let her jump," Atlas Hallow dared to bet Ava Walker wouldn’t really jump because she was afraid to die, and she knew she lived on the second floor, so even if she jumped, she wouldn’t die.
People who love enjoying material life don’t have the courage to die.
If Charlotte Miller were to force things by threatening to die, he might believe she truly had the guts to do such a thing because despite her gentle, obedient deanor at tis, she was the type of woman who could be ruthless.
That’s why he never dared to push Charlotte Miller too harshly.
On the other hand, Ava Walker was definitely soone afraid of dying; what’s the big threat about the second floor? If she really wanted to die, she would have done it secretly long ago; it’s not as if she had to wait for him to co back and make a fuss, right?
Besides, he could already guess what Ava Walker wanted to discuss.
No more than the things ntioned before, he truly had no interest at all.
Previously, he could indulge her simply because he had never had a woman he truly liked appear around him, so any woman sitting beside him was the sa.
Of course, he always maintained a proper distance with Ava Walker; after all, whether they were only married in na or not, Ava Walker was registered as Amir’s wife, even though she often clung to him, Atlas Hallow had his rules and boundaries. He never allowed anything excessive to happen, and he had discussed this with Amir, prioritizing keeping the Hallow Family secrets above everything else, so they were aligned on Ava Walker’s matter.
But now, he could no longer indulge. Naomi Walker sitting beside him was because he already had Charlotte Miller, the woman he had decided upon, so not only Ava Walker but any woman could not appear beside him. If there’s a place in his heart, it’s reserved for one person only.
Charlotte Miller sat in the dining room, chewing on the shrimp at Atlas Hallow had peeled for her, but the shrimp had already lost its fresh taste.
She knew it must be Ava Walker’s issue, which was why the housekeeper couldn’t speak in front of her. She had noticed the housekeeper’s troubled look.
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