"Got it?" Their lips were so close that Charlotte felt like all the oxygen in her body was being drawn away by his lips.
Is this the legendary harnessing receptive energy to empower active force? At this mont, Charlotte truly felt that Atlas Hallow was a demon king who could drain her energy; the feeling of being totally drained by him was making her dizzy.
"Even after getting married, if you’re still not proactive, then it’s my fault, I should teach you properly..." Atlas’s tongue slid over her lips, which glistened like honeydew on a petal, so captivating.
"Irresistible"—this word was the most fitting to describe Charlotte.
"Can we keep work and personal life separate?" She might accept it at the Hallow Family house, but here in the office, he was being so bold. Charlotte didn’t want to be a convenient snack for him, accessible whenever he wanted.
This is the Hallow Clan; she was his secretary here. This was not the Hallow Family house; she was his wife there. This distinction had to be clear, or she couldn’t work properly.
Charlotte had always been serious about work matters.
"Why separate work from personal life? In work, I am your boss; in personal life, I am your husband. Although the identities might change, one thing remains the sa: you have to be obedient." Atlas looked at Charlotte’s clear, delicate face, wishing she would be a bit more compliant, so he wouldn’t always feel inexplicably irritated.
He was an unequivocally straight man; what did he an by saying she had to listen to him all the ti? She definitely wouldn’t.
She had her own thoughts; if that Miss Hill had any ambiguous relationship with him, then she had to find a way out for herself.
Listen to him? So he could enjoy the best of both worlds? Just thinking about it made Charlotte feel sick. Atlas Hallow was a man very attractive to won; even she couldn’t help but be drawn to him, that was undeniable. It might be too early to talk about love, but there was certainly so affection. Such a man was hard for won not to like, especially since he was the first man to lead her into the world of lust and teach her about intimacy. He was special to her.
Because he was special, she hoped that this special feeling would be pure and beautiful. But thinking of that woman today made her heart feel like it was crawling with caterpillars.
Charlotte struggled hard, and when her toes touched the floor and she stood up straight, their bodies were pressed tightly together with no gaps in between.
The smooth yet robust texture and the strong heartbeat demonstrated the man’s strength.
"Then you should do what a boss should do during work hours. President Hallow, what you’re doing to your female secretary in the office is sexual harassnt, right?" Charlotte’s finger poked Atlas’s chest, her eyes flickering with a slight rebellion.
"Are you going to accuse of sexually harassing my own wife?" Atlas couldn’t help but lower his head and take a small bite on her cheek, which was elastic and carried a faint fragrance, making him want to devour her, leaving not even a bit behind.
"Even if unwilling, it’s possible to refuse. Don’t you know there’s a law that if a wife doesn’t want it, it can’t be forced?" She couldn’t bring herself to say the words "marital rape," as their relationship wasn’t terrible enough to use such terms as an attack.
"You don’t want it?" Atlas’s eyes shone with an even deeper smile. What was she thinking about in that head of hers?
"I... I’ll go out first. I want to see them filming. President Hallow, don’t bother looking for if you need anything, I’m particularly busy today." Charlotte almost wanted to spit blood; this man’s face was already as thick as a city wall, and she hadn’t trained herself to discuss this topic with him without blushing or her heart skipping a beat.
Today, she really didn’t want to see Atlas Hallow again.
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