In a clean and bright little porridge shop, within the quiet air, there was a lingering aroma of food. Charlotte suddenly felt a hard-to-describe attachnt.
In her office, they’d been busy for nearly three months. It wasn’t until this mont that they began to truly relax.
Everything was set in stone.
The net being cast started slowly pulling in. The fish inside was struggling desperately, just waiting to be hauled up when the net was drawn, one by one thrown onto the shore.
Big Head Geogre had cut off three of Luna Miller’s fingers, and she still hadn’t fully figured out why, but regardless of the reason, she had to make Big Head Geogre pay a sufficient price.
Luna said she didn’t want to owe anyone favors, but the person she owed wasn’t anyone else, it was Atlas, so she didn’t mind.
Though she initially had no appetite, she ended up eating two small bowls. After finishing, Atlas took her to the hotel.
Charlotte sat in the car and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"What’s up?" Indeed, she was acting a bit strange today, sotis worried and sotis happy. Atlas turned his head towards Charlotte, her curved, water-like eyes smiling, and couldn’t help asking out of curiosity.
"I heard that at nightclubs, the stars are like this too, first having a late-night snack with their patrons, then heading to a hotel in a car. Then what about us? You said you were a playboy; today I considered it as if I booked your ti, but you paid for the hotel, and you also paid for the snack..." Charlotte thought about how he hastily drove to the hotel and felt a bit embarrassed earlier. But now she laughed so much her stomach almost hurt.
Atlas looked at her laughing into a small bundle, and with his lips slightly parted, he said seriously, "If you think it’s inappropriate for to pay for the hotel room, then you pay."
He was so serious that Charlotte reached out her small hand to feel Atlas’s forehead: "Are you serious? You don’t have a fever, do you?"
She still rembered how much he used to mind her not spending his money. She didn’t expect that after these years, he wouldn’t mind her spending her own, and now he even wanted to spend hers together?
Atlas truly has changed...
"Really." Atlas pulled down her small hand from his forehead and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss, showing he wasn’t joking at all.
"That’s such a bad deal, considering as just a lonely and empty woman. No matter how handso a male escort is, it’s only twenty thousand a night, and the hotel you booked is so expensive, the rate agreent for one night exceeds eighty thousand. Mr. Hallow, don’t you think I’m doing a loss-making business?" Charlotte laughed even harder. This man’s serious nonsense truly made her fond of him.
"No matter how good-looking, are they better looking than ? Besides, the quality of service surely isn’t better than mine. Tonight, my service will definitely make you feel it’s worth every penny." Atlas’s voice was low, husky, and imnsely captivating.
When he talked about being worth every penny, Charlotte’s face suddenly flushed a little.
It’s like the agreed run to the hotel for such a thing really couldn’t be described.
Inside, she felt embarrassed but also slightly expectant...
"You pay then; I probably can’t handle how worth it you are." Charlotte whispered, realizing that if she went along with his ways, she’d probably sleep for a whole day tomorrow. It was best to be a bit restrained.
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In the morning, until the sun shone through the delicate sheer curtains, constantly hitting her, Charlotte still didn’t feel like getting up.
The room was in complete disorder, with red rose petals on the white wool carpet, likely stepped on or rolled over, the petals seed to have been brutally mistreated, the red flower juice seeped into the white carpet, not to ntion stained with wine from the glasses thrown onto the carpet, making the entire white carpet a bit unsightly.
The scattered clothes of the two of them, and her high heels...
This room looked like it had been through a battle; Charlotte simply pulled the quilt over her head, feeling too embarrassed to look any further.
What would the housekeeping staff think when they ca to clean the room?
If the wine stains on this carpet couldn’t be removed, would she need to pay for it?
"What’s wrong?" The quilt pulled away, light once again entered Charlotte’s vision, along with Atlas’s incomparably handso face beneath it.
Beneath his deep, dark eyes, it seed like a tender sea...
"I feel like last night cost more than eighty thousand. This carpet seems like it would cost a lot too." Charlotte said softly, her voice hoarse, sounding lazy but also sensually sweet.
Atlas propped himself on his elbows, covering her body, then lowered his head to lightly kiss her lips.
"It’s okay, I can afford it."
"You get up first," Charlotte extended her arm, pushing Atlas, feeling his skin firm and burning hot against her small hand.
After taking a shower, the hotel housekeeper had already brought breakfast to the living room. The room was adorned with fresh, charming pink roses, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee.
It’s a rare day off; otherwise, at this ti, they should be rushing to the company.
This man had planned this, ensuring that both of them didn’t have to go to work over the weekend.
Sitting in the dining room, she gulped down a glass of warm water to replenish the water evaporated from her body before picking up a small piece of bread and spreading jam on it with little bites.
Atlas held her, sitting her on his lap, and said seriously, "Charlotte, we should get married..."
This was the most important thing now. Flix Hallow no longer had any leverage. He had gambled away almost all the money from Las Vegas Big Head Geogre and the xican drug lords. Maybe within a month, he’d be crazy. The rooftop of Hallow Clan Tower is a great spot; jumping off would give no hope of survival.
All these annoying people, annoying things have passed. He could finally settle down and manage their wedding.
"Don’t you need breakfast? You think so tofu will fill you up?" Charlotte stuffed the bread into her mouth, speaking sowhat unclearly.
"It will, and if you’re not against it, add so more and it’ll be even more filling." Atlas replied with a smile.
"You haven’t answered my question?" Atlas’s lips fell to her collarbone, the contours of which were exquisite enough to tempt him to pour red wine into it; this was the most perfect wine glass.
"This is just fine, I like it this way..." Not only because of Luna’s inner discomfort but also because she suddenly felt that this was okay too.
"Are you still mad at ?" Atlas asked with so restraint.
"What do you think?" Charlotte’s hand softly rested on Atlas’s shoulder. Could he not see if she was mad at him given the current situation they’re in?
"Then why won’t you agree with ?" Atlas held her tighter, as if afraid she would run away.
"I don’t know either, let’s not talk about this now, okay? Can you find out about Avery Jane for ? I’m really worried about her." Charlotte held Atlas’s neck, speaking sweetly, knowing that when asking for help, one should have the proper deanor.
"When will your thoughts be more focused on ?" Atlas asked jealously, realizing Charlotte always worried about everyone around her, but never about him.
"Of course, my thoughts are on you; isn’t my body on you now?" Charlotte smiled slightly, her voice so soft it seed to lt his bones away...
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