After dinner, they dispersed, and when Atlas Hallow came to pick up Charlotte Miller, her face showed a faint blush.
"What's this, have you been drinking?" Charlotte Miller was never very good with alcohol, but she would occasionally sip a glass or two, always leading to a flushed face.
However, a woman's flushed face is quite different from a man's. When talking about a flushed face from drinking, one often thinks of burly men, reeking of alcohol, with a completely red face.
When Charlotte Miller's face flushed, she was as enticing as peach blossoms glowing in the spring sunshine.
She gave a soft laugh, her red lips slightly parted like flowers blooming under the moon: "I just had two glasses of champagne; Joshua Hughes is so generous and considerate to his wife, sending over a very nice bottle of champagne."
"Jealous, huh?" Atlas Hallow wrapped his arm around Charlotte's waist and gently pecked her red lips; he indeed found it hard to resist.
