Atlas Hallow did not ask Annie if Charlotte Miller had come.
The pride of a man made it impossible for him to ask such a thing. What if Charlotte dared to deceive him?
What if she really dared to deceive him?
A raging fire burned in his chest, as if about to reduce his reason to ashes.
But the moment Annie knocked and pushed the door open, he saw Charlotte sitting on the gray sofa chair in Ethan Baird's office. Just a silhouette was enough to identify her clearly, her black hair cascading over the arm of the sofa, outlining her slender back.
For some reason, Atlas let out a breath of relief and strode over.
Indeed, it was him...
Charlotte sensed a very special feeling before he even entered, as if his presence was floating in the air. Before she realized it, he had already arrived.
Recently, he was as busy as a spinning top, so how did he have time to come here looking for her?
