"Charlotte, what are you thinking? I meant for you to actively ask Atlas Hallow if there is such a matter. Did you think I wanted you to take the initiative to do something else?" Ethan Baird had a look of disdain; how could his sweetheart be like this?
She hadn’t been married for long, yet her thoughts seemed to have already become less pure.
If only the real sweetheart of the Baird Family were still alive, how great that would have been. Every time Ethan thought of the events from many years ago, his heart twisted together, and even breathing felt painful.
Sometimes, one cannot reminisce; memories always surge back like waters piercing through, and when closing your eyes, they bring a stinging bitterness.
"Ethan, are you thinking of your sister again?" Charlotte looked at Ethan’s gradually paling face, walked over, patted his shoulder, and softly comforted him, "Maybe one day she’ll show up..."
"Fool, how could that be possible?" The sweetheart of the Baird Family was thrown into the sea, long buried at the ocean’s depths.
The more you try to avoid such topics, the easier they arise. Ethan’s enchanting almond-shaped eyes started to dull.
"Alright, my sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about me, focus on yourself first. What’s Atlas Hallow’s attitude towards you now?" Ethan looked at Charlotte’s clear and delicate face. She hadn’t been married to Atlas for long, and all her beautiful and stubborn little edges seemed to be slowly retracting.
Retracting herself is a good thing, but it also indicates a fact: to Charlotte, Atlas poses a certain danger, or rather, she doesn’t completely trust this man, so she’s on guard, presenting herself differently.
"I can’t figure him out, he’s somewhat unusual." When it came to Atlas Hallow, Charlotte sighed softly, and a faint mist began to rise in her clear eyes, "But one thing is certain, getting rid of him will definitely not be easy."
"Do you want to get rid of him?" A man bringing such great changes to a woman clearly signifies one thing: he is special to this woman, whether she loves him or hates him, he holds a special meaning.
"Talking about this now is meaningless, time can’t be turned back..." Thinking about this... What? Charlotte herself didn’t want to think about it anymore, it was a headache for her, every time she faced Atlas Hallow.
She would always feel nervous and scared, her heart racing, becoming flustered, her mind going blank like now, his presence disturbing her thoughts.
Whether she wanted to break away from him was a matter for the future, but one thing was certain: Atlas Hallow was a man who had a deeply profound impact on her.
"So sweetheart, are you planning to have a child?" Ethan Baird lazily stretched his long legs, seemingly relaxed, yet he suddenly brought up the most unsettling topic.
She wasn’t mentally prepared for this at all. Before she walked into the marriage registry with Atlas Hallow, she hadn’t even thought she would get married, but now the fact was before her.
Atlas Hallow was insatiable. If things continued like this, she might soon be pregnant, provided there were no issues with either of their bodies.
Looking into Charlotte’s eyes indeed made him feel some heartache. Should he not have asked this question?