Atlas Hallow ate leisurely, showing none of the dreadful expressions Charlotte Miller had imagined.
He didn’t smash a plate on her face, nor did he spill coffee all over her. Instead, he finished his breakfast cleanly, took out a napkin, and elegantly wiped his mouth: "You don’t know how to be soone else’s wife, so from today, I’ll teach you."
His voice remained calm, deep, and pleasant like velvet, but it seed to have lost that touch of gentleness.
Perhaps it was because, after tearing away that mask, he began to slowly reveal his true self.
His profound features seed sculpted from cold ice, and when the morning light shone through, it carried a faint chill.
"It’s not that I don’t know how, but that I don’t want to," Charlotte Miller stood in the morning light, speaking clearly and unmistakably.
The housekeeper stood at a distance, shivering when he heard this sentence.
The young master and the young mistress had always been loving, and he had never seen the young master so attentive to any woman before, but the young mistress didn’t appreciate it at all and actually said she didn’t want to be the young master’s wife anymore. This was going to be a huge issue.
The calr the young master was, the more dangerous and troubleso things beca.
"Don’t want to? There are too many things in life that people don’t want to do. Talk to again when you have the ability to not do them," Atlas Hallow tossed the napkin onto the table and stood up, his tall figure looming like a mountain, making her instantly feel breathless.
Wait until she has the ability to talk, Charlotte Miller smiled faintly and didn’t respond further.
Whether or not she has the ability, marriage should be voluntary on both sides, right? She shouldn’t be forced to do anything.
She just didn’t know how long this divorce case would take, but she should have the ability to handle it, right?
Charlotte Miller found herself conflicted; on one hand, she wanted to fight him in the divorce case, yet on the other hand, she still subconsciously obeyed his commands. Like this morning, when he asked her to make breakfast, she actually did as he asked.
So n’s words always carry an irresistible power; Atlas Hallow was such a man.
"When you beco stronger than , then co talk to . For now, behave and learn how to be soone else’s wife. Prepare lunch as usual and send it to the company. You are familiar with Hallow Clan; you shouldn’t have trouble finding it, right?" Atlas Hallow laughed coldly and stood up.
The driver already had the car parked at the marble steps outside the villa. As he left the dining room, the air still carried a faint musk of his fragrance.
After Atlas Hallow left, the housekeeper cautiously approached and asked, "Young mistress, what should be prepared for lunch? I’ll let the kitchen get started."
She didn’t want to prepare anything. She shouldn’t have been intimidated into making breakfast earlier; it felt like conceding.
Stubbornly biting her lip, she said, "I don’t have ti to cook. If he doesn’t eat out, let the kitchen prepare it and send it." Charlotte Miller turned around and went upstairs; she should now change clothes and then go talk to the lawyer.
She had previously learned about so divorce matters, but it was still not enough, especially since Atlas Hallow was no ordinary person. Their divorce might be more complicated, but if one party insists, a ruling will eventually co.
It’s just a matter of ti.
As Charlotte Miller was leaving, she worried whether Atlas Hallow had instructed the housekeeper to keep her from going out?
She told the driver the address she needed to go to, but in fact, she didn’t directly tell the driver the law firm she was actually going to, instead saying she wanted to go to the mall.
For so reason, she always felt that if Atlas Hallow knew she was consulting a lawyer, that man would lay many traps for her.
So she planned to first wander around the mall and then take a taxi to the law firm. If she directly told the driver she was going to a law firm now, wouldn’t that be too blatant?
After hearing the address Charlotte Miller ntioned, the driver nodded and drove the car out of the Hallow Family’s wrought iron gates.
Charlotte Miller sat in the back of the car, her eyelashes lowered, lost in thought, her mind wandering to so corner, with the car’s interior as silent as death.
The battle had already begun; he was strong and she was weak, and the gap was indeed quite apparent. However, Charlotte Miller was still grateful that all her previous efforts now had a small effect; at least she could afford a lawyer, right?
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