After the meal, Charlotte Miller seemed as if she was trying to consume everything she hadn't eaten in days, feeling somewhat overstuffed.
Her phone was vibrating, but she didn't answer it. In this city, there was hardly anyone who would call her anymore. The only person who would call was Atlas Hallow.
The vibration frequency of the phone was always the same, but she could clearly distinguish whether it was him calling or someone else, which, for Charlotte herself, was a profound sorrow.
On the other end, the man's eyes were deep and dark, suffocatingly so.
What more did she want to cause trouble with?
Atlas Hallow didn't have much experience with women. He had used all his patience but still felt a fire in his chest about to ignite.
What was lost was not just her child, but his as well.
The weather outside matched his complexion, as if there were thick clouds on the horizon, making even the light dim.
