"He brought you sothing, then what? Did sothing that required locking the door?" Atlas Hallow’s tall and strong body blocked all the light in front of her; bringing sothing over required locking the door?
The luxurious suit made him look exceptionally elegant, yet it couldn’t hide the chill emanating from his entire body, a coldness so penetrating.
His eyes, like the fierce eyes of a wolf in the night, stared at her unblinkingly, his sharp thin lips saying words that seed to cut a person.
This woman belonged to him; no one else was allowed to touch her, not even to look at her more than once. This notion was deeply rooted and unmovable in his mind.
Such suspicion was like thousands of venomous insects with sharp teeth crazily gnawing at his heart in pain.
"Nothing happened, I was just startled, that’s all. I’ve said more than once, if I really liked Ethan, and Ethan liked , we would have been together and even married long ago, it wouldn’t be like today." Charlotte Miller felt Atlas Hallow was almost obstinate in this matter; everyone could see clearly, yet he couldn’t understand?
"Here’s how it is: my skin is actually very prone to allergies. I ca back in a rush, and the set of skincare products I had was almost used up. Ethan just helped order so customized ones. It’s so dry, without them my skin would peel." Charlotte thought every ti she explained clearly, yet Atlas Hallow always distrusted her; patiently laying out the reasons, it should be understood now, right?
Looking at her skin like white jade, it’s hard to imagine what she looks like during allergic reactions—even if it’s true, then what?
"I rember I warned you not to have too much contact with Oliver Baird, so why can’t you rember? You can tell what you need; do you think I can’t handle it?" His grip on Charlotte’s shoulder relaxed a bit, though his expression softened slightly, it still didn’t look good.
"It’s not that I think you can’t handle it, I just think it’s trivial to you, not worth ntioning, a big talent used for small things. Besides, the privately owned workshop making skincare products is run by Ethan’s friend, so he helped customize it. Today he actually ca to see for another matter, can we sit over there and talk..." Charlotte pointed at the sofa with her finger, feeling like a butterfly with its wings pinned by Atlas Hallow, extrely uncomfortable.
Atlas Hallow’s hand slowly lowered, Charlotte took a deep breath, she really was afraid to breathe deeply just now, such a terrifying Atlas Hallow.
Charlotte poured herself a cup of warm water, and poured one for Atlas Hallow.
He sat on the sofa, the dark-colored clothes seemingly absorbed all the light in the room; this man was truly extrely dangerous, with the slightest carelessness touching sharp edges.
Yet despite being highly cautious, problems still arose. Was Atlas Hallow truly her nesis?
Sighing inwardly, her face still maintained a gentle smile; today she indeed didn’t handle things too well, startled like this, she accepted.
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