Hailey Hill had made this wish before meeting Charlotte Miller, and he agreed to it.
He understood how tragic life could be for a woman who had her uterus and ovaries removed, and since he was responsible for it, he agreed to it back then.
All women were the same to him. Atlas Hallow didn’t believe in any special attraction between men and women in this world, and he didn’t know he would meet Charlotte when he agreed.
When the Miller Family suggested changing daughters, he didn’t object, nor did the name Charlotte evoke any special feelings.
It was just that when he saw her for the first time, his heart trembled heavily.
She walked from the outside of the marriage registry, the autumn sunlight perfectly casting on her profile, flawless and warm.
It had to be said that Charlotte was breathtakingly beautiful.
For a split second, he even felt delighted, something he had never experienced before.
Perhaps even the heavens were fed up with his dull life, sending Charlotte before him to relieve his desires, until Hailey Hill repeatedly urged him to put what he promised onto the agenda for execution, only then did Atlas Hallow realize he was resistant.
From when did Charlotte become a most unique existence, stubborn with a bit of a bad temper, yet cleverly softening after every provocation, leaving him unable to get angry or harden his heart? She had the best male friend, something he disliked most, yet she openly flaunted it before him, leaving him half-dead with anger yet unable to refute.
He was Atlas Hallow; he couldn’t be petty enough to deny her any male friend, although thinking about this situation made him feel murderous, he still bore with it, because he knew clearly that Charlotte had nothing with Ethan Baird, her first was his.
Thinking of this filled him with great male pride.
But placing a sperm and egg inside her, when Charlotte discovered such a thing, he didn’t know what she would do, but he was certain she wouldn’t comply.
Besides, he wasn’t willing, not for any particular reason, but for one reason only, because this woman was Charlotte.
She was unique, if there were to be a child, he hoped it would be pure, a product of his and her union.
Atlas Hallow even hoped not to have a child between Charlotte and him, he wished for just their life together, to last even longer, but Hailey Hill was already impatient.
Fulfilling the promise? Atlas Hallow’s cold gaze fell beyond the window, deep into the chilly autumn wind of the late fall, looking bleak and cold.
"Atlas, you have guests, so I’ll leave first. But you did say you’d give me a child, you won’t go back on it, right?" Hailey Hill tentatively tugged Atlas Hallow’s sleeve, wanting to make sure again.
"Mm." Atlas Hallow’s voice wasn’t loud, and such an answer made Hailey Hill even more uncertain.
"Atlas, I only have this wish, I might not live too long, I just want some continuation of life," saying this, Hailey Hill appeared unbelievably humble, because she was cut of that part of her body. Atlas Hallow felt guilty, and Hailey Hill knew how to leverage this. Actually, she wouldn’t die quickly, just age faster, but that was enough.
Atlas Hallow’s indulgence of her was not merely due to guilt, but largely because he was a man who couldn’t be arranged by anyone.
Felix Hallow didn’t want her together with Atlas Hallow, even at the cost of stripping her female traits, which greatly triggered Atlas Hallow’s resistance. The things he shouldn’t do, he wanted to do them, this man enjoyed fighting with others, found it immensely delightful, even against his father.
She became a weight in the war between his father and him, if she indeed succeeded in letting Charlotte have a child with Atlas Hallow, then Felix Hallow would lose thoroughly.
She gambled that Atlas Hallow wanted to win against his father, gambled on Atlas Hallow’s tenderness towards her, gambled even on a trace of feeling he might still have.
"I understand..." Atlas Hallow looked at Hailey Hill’s slightly excited yet restrained face, eventually softened his heart: "I can’t accompany you at noon today, buy more of what you like, alright?"
Atlas Hallow gently brushed Hailey Hill’s hair, like many years ago, but found his palm was like touching hot coal, subconsciously he drew back.