Dinner?
Charlotte Miller looked at the sky outside. Although it was not dark yet, she believed it was already late.
It seed like she had slept all day again.
Charlotte struggled to slowly get up; her clothes were torn, so shredded, so cut by a knife, anyway, they could no longer be worn.
And within her reach was his shirt.
Charlotte was unwilling to wear his shirt; she didn’t want more of Atlas Hallow’s scent lingering on her.
So she could only go upstairs to find clothes to change into.
The pain was unimaginable, as if she had to bend at the waist when walking; he had left countless terrible fingerprints on her waist.
However, she noticed one thing: the wooden cabin had heating on, giving a very warm feeling.
After changing her clothes, she went downstairs and found that Atlas Hallow had really prepared dinner.
How could she be sure it was he who made it? Because there was no third person here.
The dinner he made was very simple, simpler than any al before.
Because there were only two steaming plates of dumplings on the table, and a dish of vinegar.
The steam from the dumplings blurred Charlotte’s eyes.
Food is a very peculiar thing; it seems too many people cannot resist it, especially now, she found it irresistible.
Because Charlotte found that her stomach was extrely hungry; she hadn’t eaten much yesterday.
She felt like she returned to the state of not having eaten for a day.
Her stomach seed to stick to her back.
Charlotte sat down without speaking, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating the dumplings.
Dumplings are considered cheap and almost available everywhere, but how could there be dumplings here?
Charlotte was a bit curious. She picked up one, bit into it, and imdiately, the leek aroma ca over.
It turned out to be egg and leek filling; the egg was tender, the leek fragrant, the taste was quite good.
Suddenly Charlotte rembered, yesterday her mommy ntioned leek dumplings and her desire to eat them.
Could it be specially prepared for her by him?
In this forest, how could there possibly be these leeks and dumpling skins?
Could it be that he flew out to get leeks, eggs, and dumpling skins, then returned to prepare this al of dumplings for her?
There was no other possibility.
If it was before, Charlotte might have been moved to tears, such a plate of dumplings more heart-stirring than any expensive jewelry.
But now she felt it was utterly worthless.
This man gave her this plate of dumplings to fulfill her wish; what was he planning to exchange this plate of dumplings for?
Where could one gain profit dealing with him?
Once bitten by a snake, ten years prejudiced against ropes, in Charlotte’s eyes, whatever Atlas Hallow did was poisonous, making her wish to avoid at all costs.
Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte devouring the plate of dumplings with a smile on his lips.
He felt he really didn’t understand Charlotte well enough.
He thought Charlotte would at least burst into anger first, considering what he did yesterday was quite harsh, but unexpectedly Charlotte accepted his food like this, and ate it all cleanly.
After finishing, Charlotte placed the plate and chopsticks on the table, stood up, and sat on the sofa wrapped in a shawl, silent.
Though they say a hundred steps after a al, she ate so much and should stand for a little while, but now she didn’t even have the strength to walk.
She just wanted to sit curled up like this.
Charlotte looked at Atlas Hallow; he actually took away the plates that the two finished, washed them clean by the sink, and stacked them neatly.
Then he washed his hands again with soap, the light shining on his well-defined hands, his fingers long, any hand enthusiast should like these hands, right?
"The initiative was always in your hands; what could I say to you? The one proposing conditions was always you." Charlotte’s words seed to carry so resentnt and anger; she never looked up at Atlas Hallow.
She thought that as long as she left this place, she would definitely have a chance to escape.
Even Charlotte thought, as soon as the plane lands, he drives the car onto the highway, she could open the car door and roll onto the highway.
Various fantasies floated in her mind, giving her a bit of excitent and joy.
She would try any opportunity; she mustn’t give up.
Because Atlas Hallow said he had signed the divorce agreent, and that he didn’t care about the paper marriage.
This was very advantageous for her. Now she just had to agree to go back and try to extricate herself later.
"Remarry ; we’ll sign an agreent, you give a child, and if after three years you still decide to divorce, leave the child with , you can go, and as a return, I’ll give you what you want..." Atlas Hallow’s words were interrupted by Charlotte before he finished speaking.
"I choose the second option." Atlas wasn’t angry, lazily watched Charlotte’s little face, and spoke his second option.
"Be my mistress for three years, have a child, after three years, I let you go, the child is still mine." The man’s voice rose in the air, suddenly making the warm space feel like the temperature dropped.
Atlas Hallow is gambling because no woman willingly wants her child to be born a bastard.
As the child stays with Charlotte, naturally, she wouldn’t want to leave.
And if she has just a fleeting liking for Yiu Bei Fong, then perhaps over these three years, he has enough opportunities to win her heart back, doesn’t he?
If Charlotte is destined to have two weddings in her life, then the groom at both weddings can only be him.
"Have you made up your mind? The first or the second..." Atlas Hallow’s smile deepened.
What was this?
Actually, the first and the second were almost the sa.
Charlotte wouldn’t choose the first one because marriage to her is sacred, she has already gone through one unfathomably painful marriage with this man, impossible to undergo a second one, so she insisted on choosing the second.
Atlas Hallow’s heart was shocked.
And deeply hurt; she truly dislikes him so much, to the point where she’d rather handle being his mistress and not his lawfully wedded wife?
She would rather let her child be born illegitimate, is that so?
Actually, when two people co to this situation, it’s extrely sad.
Atlas Hallow began to drill into dead corners, and so did Charlotte.
Just like two horses running in opposite directions, no longer able to pull back to the sa direction...
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