"I like it a little wetter..." The voice was hoarse beyond measure, like sand scraping across a millstone, mingling with the endless imagination of wind and moon, blending with the warm stream of water.
Misty water clung to Charlotte Miller’s long eyelashes, appearing as if they were ringed with tiny diamonds, glimmering enchantingly.
Her head was lowered as much as it could be, and her gaze naturally fell on his soaking wet pants.
He had incredibly attractive abs, smooth and sensual, each muscle seeming full of power and sheen. His pants clung to his strong, firm legs, and under his lower abdomen, the bulge was extremely obvious. Charlotte’s gaze fell there, trembling so much that even her shoulders began to shake.
Some things she was very bold about, so bold it was beyond limits, yet there were things she couldn’t advance on.
Because she didn’t understand, because she didn’t dare to try, and because she was afraid of Atlas Hallow.
She knew nothing about this man, and their current relationship was incredibly difficult for her to describe. Charlotte didn’t want the relationship to progress further in such a state of chaos.
Perhaps one day it would be unavoidable, but she didn’t want that with him now, she wasn’t ready, and whether or not to have children was a major issue.
If she became intimate with him, and if he was willing, the chance of pregnancy was very high.
If they really had this child, then she couldn’t break away from Atlas Hallow.
Whether he would trouble the Miller Family, she didn’t know yet, but what she did know was that he wasn’t coming with good intentions.
"I’m done washing, you can wash now..." she whispered, pushing Atlas Hallow aside, then quickly rolled up the white bathrobe and wrapped herself up hastily; once again, she escaped.
He didn’t rush to pursue her, watching Charlotte’s every tiny move with great interest, finding it very amusing.
A cat wouldn’t kill a mouse at once, leisurely playing with it brings more fun.
His life had become extremely dull, and it had been a long time since such an interesting woman had appeared.
Leisurely, he took off his own pants, accurately throwing them into the basket outside meant for change of clothes, then adjusted the water temperature to the lowest, changing the stream of warm water into icy cold. Every inch of his skin in contact with the cold water tensed, but the cold water couldn’t quench his desire.
Her previous appearance was too alluring, and Atlas Hallow was unsure how long he could play this game with her, but it seemed he couldn’t hold back already.
Self-control had always been his pride, yet with this woman, it seemed to vanish entirely, leaving nothing behind.
Charlotte walked into the dressing room, her hair still wet. She needed to find a set of pajamas to change into.
She had just rushed into the bathroom as soon as she returned to the room, not expecting Atlas Hallow to follow. What exactly did this man want?
If he really wanted to do something to her, she couldn’t refuse. After all, she had agreed to marry into the Hallow Family, already prepared for this.
Yet his behavior was most unbearable; his body showed such obvious changes, yet he wouldn’t touch her, which was simply unbelievable.
Suddenly, Charlotte remembered what Luna Miller had said — he was a problematic man?
Could it be that he didn’t have a physical issue but a psychological barrier?
His body had an honest reaction, but he couldn’t overcome the psychological block and wouldn’t touch a woman?
If not for that, the scene just moments ago would be beyond explanation.
With her mind in a haze, she took out her robe from the wardrobe, inadvertently pulling down a pink box hidden in the corner covered by the robe.
The lid opened, and the contents scattered on the off-white long-pile carpet. Charlotte was startled and quickly knelt down to gather the strange-shaped things and put them back in the box.
Luna, that guy, really causing trouble, sending these things for what purpose?
She should have returned them to Luna when she went home the day before yesterday; she didn’t need such things at all.
While she was tidying up on the carpet, a shadow seemed to block the light above her head.
"Yours?" The man’s voice was teasingly raised in the air, and Charlotte was completely dumbfounded this time.
Her fingers trembled, accidentally pressing something, causing the realistic large pleasure toy in her hand to start moving, up and down, left and right, the speed increasing...
Luna’s purchase had great quality, moving so fiercely without any noise. She was dazed holding it: "This really isn’t mine..."
At this moment, Charlotte felt an urge to sink into the floor or be struck dumb by a bolt of lightning.
Because not only what was in her hand, but the ground was covered with various tools. Oh heavens, she had never been so embarrassed in her life, her whole face was so red it seemed about to drip blood...