Atlas Hallow thought this might just be Charlotte Miller's temporary way of venting the pain brought by losing their child, so he didn't try to control it too much, because he knew well that being too strict would only make the rebellious teenage girl more rebellious.
He believed that time would change everything and would also soothe all pain. Sometimes all he needed to do was wait patiently for the gentle and intelligent girl to find herself again.
The morning light had just begun to brighten, and Atlas Hallow was already awake. How long had it been since he last touched her?
It's been over a month. Her soft and enticing body exuded a faint rose fragrance, and the curves made his heart race uncontrollably, yet the person sleeping beside him was completely oblivious to his desire, her small body curled into a ball with her face almost buried in the blanket.
