Charlotte suddenly turned her head back and glared at Joseph Shaw, so angry she almost wanted to hit him.
"Can't you see she's crying? She doesn't want this. If she doesn't want it, then it's not okay." Looking at Annie holding the blanket to cover her tear-streaked face made her heartache.
It's girls like this who make people feel tender-hearted; Charlotte's heart felt as if it was being pricked by needles. How could anyone be so shameless?
"Get out..." The voice was hoarse, seemingly filled with suppressed desire and anger. If this woman weren't Atlas's, he would have already dragged her out and thrown her off the balcony.
Charlotte's expression was even darker than Joseph Shaw's.
"Why should I get out? You should be the one leaving." Charlotte glanced at Atlas Hallow, who had already retreated from the room.
If Atlas were here, Annie wouldn't be able to get up and dress. It was simply too humiliating.
