In the rearview mirror, the woman curled up in the backseat appeared to be sleeping like a child, but somehow she seemed to feel insecure or something. Her fair fingers tightly clutched the suit she was wearing, and her long eyelashes gently trembled now and then, showing nervousness, caution, a touch of helplessness, and a sense of wandering...
This repeatedly tugged at Atlas Hallow's heart in pain. Why is this fickle woman like this?
She had clearly promised to spend a lifetime with him; why suddenly did she no longer want to?
Could it be, as Charlotte Miller said, she is naturally flirtatious and will never settle down in her life, and will she truly marry another man?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he ruthlessly tore it apart. He would never allow Charlotte Miller to marry another man; it's absolutely impossible.
"Wake up, Charlotte, wake up..."
