Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller with disdain, smiled faintly, and then sat down unceremoniously, showing no intention of leaving.
Charlotte didn’t say anything more, after all, Mia was here, and leaving any shadow before the child’s biological father was extrely detrintal to her childhood growth.
No matter how uncomfortable she felt with what just happened, how disgusted she felt as if she had swallowed a fly, she would not show too much in front of the child.
Perhaps she hadn’t cultivated enough composure; how could she dislike this Eleanor Davis so much?
It’s not jealousy per se, just particularly annoying feelings toward that woman.
It’s like she felt that woman could stir up quite a lot of trouble.
From her parking attitude just now to later accusing her of lacking manners, she was a living example of a two-faced person, such a woman always acted recklessly in private but pretended to be fragile in front of n.
What was most detestable was her self-righteousness, even when she was just trying to have a good dinner out with Mia, she encountered such a woman, thanks to this man.
"Uncle, your food..." Mia shook her little head, her eyes that just shed tears seed like black crystals soaked in clear spring water, making Atlas Hallow’s heart soften.
In her small white hand was a piece of roasted potato, her face carried a sweet smile, seeming a bit shy.
"Thank you." Atlas Hallow’s nose tingled slightly, he had little experience interacting with children, and when he saw Mia holding that small piece of potato and smiling at him, he felt as if the entire world was complete.
He took that piece of potato, put it in his mouth as if it was the most delicious food in the world.
Yet his gaze stayed on Mia’s hand, her hand was not like other children’s, chubby and rather thin; it was all his fault.
Back then, Charlotte had just had a miscarriage, and he imprisoned her, bringing her back with a persistent bad mood, ultimately being locked up in the police station, resulting in Mia being born with so congenital deficiencies due to Charlotte’s condition.
The pain and self-bla engulfed him like a tide, almost suffocating him...
He was willing to do anything to restore Mia’s health, but this wasn’t sothing he could simply wish for, that plain little face was so clean it hadn’t been touched by any trace of the mundane.
It’s wonderful that those dark sins and filth had never tainted this child whose eyes were brighter than the moon.
After dinner, Mia started to feel a bit sleepy because she rarely stayed out this long; when Charlotte wanted to pick her up, Atlas Hallow was already ahead and had lifted her.
"Let ..." Holding Mia, Atlas Hallow felt a bit emotional as her soft body clung to him.
To unfamiliar faces she t a couple of tis, Mia was sowhat resistant, but when Atlas Hallow picked her up, she unexpectedly cooperated well.
Her little head rested quietly on Atlas Hallow’s shoulder.
Could this be instinct?
Charlotte walked up behind Atlas Hallow, watching the scene, an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
Mia really looked much like Atlas Hallow, just like two faces molded from the sa mold but one big and one small.
The only difference was that Mia’s little face was softer and brighter, while Atlas Hallow’s was extrely stern.
At this mont, Atlas Hallow, holding Mia, had shed his sharp edges and latent hostility, becoming sowhat cautious yet carrying a trace of sweetness.
It’s a peculiar feeling; perhaps it truly is an instinct that can’t be severed.
Atlas Hallow offered to take Charlotte and her family ho, but Charlotte insisted not, having driven herself, so Atlas Hallow followed Charlotte all the way back to the apartnt and lingered below for a while before departing.
Back ho, Mia had fallen asleep, Charlotte used a clean, warm towel to wipe Mia’s little hands and feet and covered her with a blanket before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
This day finally passed, it seems Mia can dine outside and even play for a short while, Charlotte used to be too anxious, everything would be alright; thinking of this, Charlotte felt as happy as a mouse stealing honey, even her eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles.
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