Would Atlas Hallow, dressed impeccably, suddenly shed this veneer of civility and transform into the most terrifying, bloodthirsty Beast in the next second?
Charlotte Miller looked at him, lost in thought.
When she loved him before, there was a trace of curiosity, feeling he was full of mystery. But now, it seemed all those feelings had vanished completely. She hated him for deceiving her, yet feared how he might terribly hurt her. This made Charlotte act like a frightened little creature, careful and cautious in all her movements.
The entire top floor was encased in massive floor-to-ceiling glass, and all the light pouring through the windows fell upon Charlotte's face.
Even the sunlight loves to favor a beauty.
It was a kind of mesmerizing, soul-stirring beauty...
Her skin, snow-white and delicate, appeared as translucent as egg whites under the sunlight. She was the woman he adored with an exquisite visage, and all this beauty belonged to him.
