Beauty trap?
Seems like it’s n who have desires like Atlas Hallow. I wonder how he’s been living these past few years.
"What are you thinking?" The man with a bare chest and wearing dress pants, without even a belt, seed especially enticing. As he walked barefoot on the carpet towards her, her heart indeed skipped a beat.
"Thinking about how you spent those years?" Charlotte Miller stood up. Undressing was no big deal for her, not when she wore even less at the beach.
After taking off her jacket, she was wearing a light blue tank top underneath, subtly revealing the perfect silhouette of her chest. Then she poured a glass of water, took a sip, and sat there waiting for Atlas Hallow’s response.
"You an how I relieved my physical desires?" Atlas Hallow looked at her white arms, slim yet not bony, and couldn’t help sitting next to her, his big hands caressing and feeling every bit of her delicate skin.
Charlotte didn’t want to continue this topic with him. If they kept going, she might end up getting tangled up by Atlas Hallow.
"Today you lost, and I can’t play with you, after all, President Hallow is a man of status. But there’s still one rule: tonight you can’t touch , under any circumstances..." Charlotte smiled, pointing to the two-ter double bed in the bedroom: "Tonight we can chat under the covers."
Both had drunk a bit, and after separating for a few years, they were staying in the sa hotel room, sharing the sa bed. She asked him to chat under the covers?
This ti she really played him, played him to death...
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Watching Atlas Hallow take Charlotte away, Joshua Hughes also took Avery Jane’s hand. When Joshua looked at Avery, she gave a faint smile, as if even the moonlight outside lost its color...
The black car shimred with a low-key luxurious glow in the neon lights of the night, followed closely by another car. Joshua’s deep eyes flashed with sharp and murderous glints as he slowly turned onto a more secluded road, driving even slower, making it hard to tell where he intended to go.
The man following in the other car frowned, sensing sothing off, but the road was increasingly remote.
At the intersection of two streets, Joshua suddenly accelerated.
His movents were fast, lightning-like yet suprely graceful as he turned the steering wheel, the car making a sharp turn while the following vehicle did not respond in ti. When Joshua’s car headlights were shining into his eyes, almost blinding him, he suddenly braked hard.
"Screech..." The abrupt brake left heavy trace marks on the road, the sharp sound piercing the eardrums unbearably. But it was too late; his car still grazed Joshua’s car front.
The two cars faced each other.
Joshua, with a cold deanor, opened the car door, his proud and upright figure stepping out of the car, squinting as he stared at the other car.
The man inside the car coughed a few tis, then began to gasp for air. Joshua walked toward him, a cold smile curling at his lips: "Been following for so long? What do you want?"
The man’s expression naturally didn’t look good. This little task wasn’t accomplished well. He didn’t know how he’d explain it to the boss when he went back.
Joshua’s face was sullen, unwilling to waste more ti on him: "Tell Big Head Geogre I’m in Las Vegas just for personal business, don’t provoke . Las Vegas isn’t his domain. If I, Joshua Hughes, truly want to change the sky in Las Vegas, he can’t stop . No need to follow . Go tell Big Head Geogre, I’m going to visit Master Tiger now."
The man drew in a cold breath. Joshua’s tone was truly audacious. Even Tiger Geogre wouldn’t dare speak like that. But when he said it, there was a kind of imposing aura, as if just as he said, nobody could stop him from doing what he wanted.
Arrogantly as if he were the ruler of this world.
"Understood, I’ll pass the ssage..." The man responsible for tailing Joshua Hughes nodded obediently, not daring to look at Joshua’s ice-cold eyes again, until Joshua got into his car with a cold expression, reversed, turned, and drove off down another road. Only then did his tense mind relax.
Driving the car, Joshua’s mind kept flashing with the na Catherine Wood.
This na brought him an entirely different feeling at this mont.
He and she existed in two different worlds, they didn’t even have a tiny bit of intersection. At most, they’d have a slight connection from a previous generation. But thinking of her life’s experiences made his heart surge with coldness.
A woman forced to accept another man’s brutal possession in front of her husband, her experience frighteningly similar to Avery Jane’s, whom he once possessed like a beast in front of Lucas Yates’ urn.
So how does he have the face to ridicule Big Head Geogre?
He and Big Head Geogre were the sa, moved by beauty to perform acts worse than animals. Thinking of this made Joshua’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, his face frostbitten, pressing the accelerator harder...
He hoped Avery Jane could forget those past mories forever, but she surprisingly rembered knowing Charlotte Miller when they were young.
"What did you talk about tonight? So happy?" She sat in the car, her expression sowhat relaxed, with a touch of joy.
"Actually, I spent very little ti playing with Charlotte. I seem to rember just two or three tis, but she’s a good person. It was probably my dad who took , but I don’t rember much about my dad..." When Avery Jane thought about it, her brows lightly furrowed. What was wrong with her mind?
But lately, so strange images had been intermittently appearing. She always wanted to piece those images together like a puzzle but too much was missing.
Joshua watched Avery Jane; she remained as obedient and well-behaved as ever.
Yet he clearly felt she was changing, every day going through transitions. She deeply tucked herself away, like just before he went out, she sat by the hotel window. Looking outside, he asked her what she was thinking about, and she suddenly turned around and said, "Joshua Hughes, let’s take a few good days together while I still don’t rember anything."
She spoke with a ghostly, wandering voice.
Even if she couldn’t recall everything, she already guessed the things she might rember would surely unsettle her, making her want to leave, hence her words.
He couldn’t hope for miracles, couldn’t wish for her lifeti not to recall these events. But could he do a bit more for her?
To atone for all the wrongs he committed, to seek the chance for her forgiveness, but is it possible? His smile was bitter, helpless...
Avery Jane scarcely rembered her father’s face either. Was her father the one with three fingers severed?
Atlas Hallow had ntioned soone knew this matter, Avery Jane’s father died ten years ago, with no relatives or friends, burned into ashes, how would anyone know if three fingers were missing?
Therefore, the person who knew this matter was Charlotte Miller; she had seen Avery Jane’s father, and knew whether her father had three fingers severed.
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