"What was his reaction?" Inside, Charlotte seemed calm, but there was a thread of tension; her slightly trembling eyelashes had already betrayed her emotions.
"No reaction at all, can you believe it? A man had no reaction to a woman like me. I finally believe those rumors. Atlas Hallow is really useless; he's not a man." Luna said with anger, standing up, even raising her voice.
Men were as easy for her as turning a hand. Even someone as cold and self-controlled as Jack Smith had fallen for her, submitting to her charms. Yet Atlas Hallow showed no reaction, his breathing and heartbeat as steady as if he hadn't seen anything at all, as though the person sitting on his lap were an insignificant animal, or even less than that. When Atlas looked at her, it was like looking at a piece of wood.
This was simply an insult to her.
Charlotte found it hard to imagine the scenario at the time, that Luna had taken off her clothes and sat on Atlas's lap, yet he did not lift a finger?
