"It’s nothing much," Charlotte squinted her eyes, enjoying the service from Atlas.
He’s better at this than a professional masseur.
Charlotte rembered when she lived in the front yard of the Foster Family, she t Cecilia once. Cecilia ca over to play with Mia, and when she said her neck was sore, Cecilia imdiately stood up, claiming she was a professional.
Just as she placed her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders, the legendary Foster Five swept into the yard where she lived like a gust of wind.
Of course, this was all about the Foster Family. It wasn’t much for him to co in, but he didn’t look too pleased when he arrived, and then he whisked Cecilia away like a gust of wind.
Describing a man like Foster Five with the phrase "a fleeting glimpse" wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
That kind of good looks was unlike any man she had ever seen.
Take Atlas, for example, mature and reserved, while Joshua is arrogant and domineering. Foster Five, however, exuded a sense of otherworldliness, like a person transcending the Five Elents, but when he looked at Cecilia, there was an obsession in his eyes.
That kind of obsession is indescribable...
"What are you thinking about?" Atlas’s fingers reached Charlotte’s forehead, rubbing her temples one by one, and seeing her closing her eyes in contemplation, he couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"Thinking about Cecilia from the Foster Family. Once, she ca to play with Mia, and she said her massage skills were excellent. Just when she was about to help , Foster Five ran in and took her away," Charlotte whispered. She was about to fall asleep.
Indeed, the past few days in Las Vegas had been tense, but after returning, her mind probably couldn’t relax either.
Atlas has to deal with his second uncle; maybe she could lend a helping hand.
Though it’s not imdiately promising enough to give him half a bed, they are, after all, Mia’s parents, that’s certain.
The deceased was Mia’s grandfather, and the severely injured was Mia’s grandmother. She should do sothing.
Moreover, according to Atlas’s analysis, Big Head George and Flix Hallow had likely long been in cahoots, and cutting off Luna’s fingers was probably to lure them to Las Vegas. If it weren’t for Joshua unexpectedly showing up, it might have been them in trouble in Las Vegas.
Joshua and Avery Jane’s appearance disrupted their original plans.
"You really are bold, letting Foster Five’s woman give you a massage?" Atlas chuckled, stopped what he was doing, and sat beside Charlotte, wrapping his arms around her waist, letting her lie on him.
"It wasn’t ; she volunteered," Charlotte replied, slightly annoyed. Could she trouble others like that?
"Even if she volunteered, it’s not acceptable. You don’t know Foster Five’s temper, and I don’t dare provoke him." Atlas caressed Charlotte’s long hair, letting the smooth sensation spread through his tactile senses.
Charlotte surely didn’t understand Foster Five’s temper. As for Cecilia, she was his beloved, truly not allowing even a glance, let alone a massage.
This world probably can’t bear such a blessing, can it?
As Atlas spoke, he noticed Charlotte’s eyes had closed, and soon her breathing was even, and she fell asleep.
When Charlotte woke up, the plane had landed steadily at the airport.
She groggily sat up, and only then did Atlas withdraw his arm and rub it.
Holding the sa posture for so long, having a numb arm is normal. Charlotte looked at his actions and felt a bit embarrassed, "Why didn’t you wake up or change positions?"
"I couldn’t bear to wake you..." Just now, as she slept, she looked like a little fairy who had accidentally fallen into his arms. How could he bear to wake her?
"Your words are sweeter than honey; you’re getting better at this." Charlotte smiled, feeling this man was getting more fond of saying heart-throbbing sweet talk.
"That’s the truth." Atlas held her hand as they walked out of the cabin. This trip to Las Vegas had not been in vain; it was quite fruitful.
Forming an alliance with Joshua, uncovering Flix Hallow’s background, even Charlotte had her gains by eting her childhood friend; it was as if everything was already arranged.
"Charlotte, why have you started accepting ? I rember how much you used to dislike and hate , but now I clearly feel you’ve started accepting . Why?" Atlas and Charlotte got into the car. He enjoyed driving himself, liked having Charlotte sit in the passenger seat.
This scene always made him wish the road to her place was longer, much longer, even if it never ended, that would be fine too.
Charlotte looked outside at the bustling city, with cars coming and going, each passing car containing different people with different stories. Now, thinking about it, perhaps the incidents with Atlas are just an ordinary story.
Every young girl is sure to encounter so setbacks on the road to love.
The regret was that she knew Atlas from the start, and no one ever managed to enter her heart again, a fact she didn’t want to admit but was truth nonetheless.
Her clear and resonant voice echoed in the sealed car cabin, "Actually, everyone goes through such a mont in life, a personal battle. Every ti I think about being with you, my inner world is in turmoil, wanting to hate you properly, yet I haven’t done so. Maybe others would see as more silent during those days away from you, convincing myself to talk to you, to travel far with you, to even share bodily pleasures. From hate to acceptance is a process, no one can help . This is an inner
battle I am destined to face alone, so there’s no reason..."
She didn’t know if Atlas could understand what she was saying.
All hatred is eroded by ti, and slowly she would start to accept him, only needing the push of ti, needing her alone to get through it.
"Thank you for not hating forever, then why are you not agreeing to be with now? I an giving a status, openly introducing you as my wife to others." Atlas controlled the steering wheel with one hand, extending the other to gently hold Charlotte’s small hand, unwilling to let go.
"Traditionally, it’s won who ask n for status; are you trying to be unconventional?" Originally quite sentintal, Charlotte suddenly found it amusing by Atlas’s question.
Giving him a status?
Does he need it that desperately?
"You can’t just leave hanging; I need to register with you, and then we’ll hold a wedding here, and one in the United States too, as you spent quite a bit of ti there." In his mind, Atlas was still contemplating the prospect of Charlotte having two weddings, a matter that felt like a thorn stuck in his flesh for years, causing him discomfort for many years.
If there are indeed two tis, then he should quickly register with her, fulfilling the fortune teller’s words.
By holding the wedding twice, it would be considered complete.
"Nothing is impossible, let it be for now." Currently, where’s the mood to consider these matters? Never mind Luna’s demands, we need to deal with Flix Hallow first.
The car drove all the way to the small yard of the Foster Family. Atlas glanced at Charlotte; in those few days together, he truly felt an unprecedented satisfaction, almost with an illusion that she was already his wife. Now, with the car reaching here, the illusion promptly shattered.
"Once I’ve resolved those matters, you must listen to , and we’ll register imdiately. Miss Miller, cherish your single days." Atlas watched Charlotte eagerly unfasten the seatbelt, impatiently wanting to get out of the car. He leaned over, holding Charlotte, pressed his lips firmly against hers.
"I’m not known for patience, don’t make wait too long." Atlas said dominantly, his breath surged into her mouth like a tidal wave.
Charlotte smiled without a word; her patience wasn’t good either. Apart from Mia, no one else should bother talking to her about patience.
She walked lightly into the Foster Family’s yard, the first sight was Luna, sumr was nearly here, she was wearing a floral short skirt sitting under the banana tree, holding a phone as if sending a ssage.
One hand still bandaged, so sending ssages with one hand seed a bit awkward. When she saw Charlotte walking in, she didn’t have much of a reaction.
"Luna, is your hand feeling better?" Charlotte walked to Luna’s side, squatted down, looking at Luna’s hand, her mood which had just seed joyful, started to drop instantly.
Having three fingers cut off, perhaps Luna did indeed so things back then that wronged her and Atlas.
But for being so good to Mia, surely she has repaid everything, then why did it end up this way?
"Not dead yet..." Luna’s gaze wavered slightly, as if she hadn’t heard Charlotte call her Luna for a long ti, but her voice still remained sowhat cold.
"Tell what did you go through there? Luna, I will definitely seek justice for you; I must return to Las Vegas." Charlotte gently touched the hand wrapped in white gauze with her fingers, tears couldn’t help but fall down.
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