After dinner, they dispersed, and when Atlas Hallow ca to pick up Charlotte Miller, her face showed a faint blush.
"What’s this, have you been drinking?" Charlotte Miller was never very good with alcohol, but she would occasionally sip a glass or two, always leading to a flushed face.
However, a woman’s flushed face is quite different from a man’s. When talking about a flushed face from drinking, one often thinks of burly n, reeking of alcohol, with a completely red face.
When Charlotte Miller’s face flushed, she was as enticing as peach blossoms glowing in the spring sunshine.
She gave a soft laugh, her red lips slightly parted like flowers blooming under the moon: "I just had two glasses of champagne; Joshua Hughes is so generous and considerate to his wife, sending over a very nice bottle of champagne."
"Jealous, huh?" Atlas Hallow wrapped his arm around Charlotte’s waist and gently pecked her red lips; he indeed found it hard to resist.
"What do you think?" The night breeze was just right, providing a comfortable touch as it blew on them.
Atlas Hallow didn’t answer, he only savored the taste of champagne lingering on her lips.
"Indeed, it’s quite good. Princess Diana was born in 1961, and this champagne is also from 1961, nad Dom Perignon Charles & Diana. It seems rare, not often seen on the market, probably because Joshua collected quite a few." Atlas’s lips bore the taste of champagne from Charlotte’s lips, his deep voice was particularly alluring under the moonlight.
Charlotte couldn’t help but admire Atlas’s ability to discern the taste of champagne like that, yet she pretended to be calm and asked: "Are you sure?"
Atlas suddenly bent down, his fingers grasped Charlotte’s chin as his sensual thin lips pressed against hers. Under the cover of moonlight, his tongue slid over Charlotte’s lips, pausing for a few seconds before whispering against her lips: "Now I’m sure, my judgnt wasn’t wrong."
From afar, Jesse Wright, who was following behind them, felt he could hardly watch any longer. What was this?
Even public displays of affection shouldn’t be this blatant, right?
Truly a rogue man, Charlotte playfully bit her lip in complaint but didn’t say anything further, pondering how she might deal with him later in the evening.
Now, between Atlas and Charlotte, the grudges between them had begun to slowly dissolve, yet sothing still felt missing. Even she couldn’t quite articulate it, perhaps it was the hurt she had suffered before that made forgiveness feel a little unsatisfying.
Moreover, there was Luna Miller, she rembered promising Luna that as long as Luna wasn’t content, she wouldn’t hold a wedding with Atlas.
So maybe, the timing simply wasn’t right yet.
But she also enjoyed the current feeling, sowhat akin to dating, though they were already married and had a child, they were now beginning to open up to each other, was this Heaven’s way of compensating her?
"So, how do you plan to deal with tonight?" Atlas recalled the bet, as well as Charlotte giving him a twist of the waist, saying he would be in for a surprise later, it was on his mind all through dinner. How would she deal with him?
Perhaps like the last ti?
At that thought, his whole body began to surge with excitent, eager to return to the hotel.
To deal with him, dare she?
Charlotte wouldn’t dare tempt fate, getting through without this would be enough to make him uncomfortable.
Charlotte smiled while fiddling with the buttons on his shirt: "Who dares play with you, I was just joking."
"I give you permission, play as you wish..." The man’s voice dropped lower, penetrating Charlotte’s eardrums as if directly into her body.
They stayed in the sa hotel, Joshua was very accommodating, actually booking an entire floor, they were staying downstairs.
Charlotte always felt Joshua didn’t want anyone near Avery Jane, yet he was incredibly attentive to her, leaving no room for critique, though it seed hard to understand. One could only say he was a man with excessively strong control.
Atlas Hallow was already sowhat unbearable, while Joshua Hughes was absolutely domineering, virtually undeniable, truly scary.
Back at the hotel, shutting the door, Atlas tugged at his tie before pulling it away; his suit had long been removed, shirt buttons undone one by one, exposing solid, tantalizing chest muscles, and well-defined chocolate abs.
Skin tanned to a deep wheat color wrapped the smooth musculature, radiating a healthy sheen under the lights.
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