"Think carefully about what I told you. I bet you that Atlas Hallow knows everything about your past. Why not take the initiative and tell him you want to be part of this monumental project? It will only benefit you. First, you will have more time for yourself. Second, you will understand Atlas Hallow better. And the last, most important point, is that you love this kind of work and you can do it. Charlotte Miller, you shouldn’t become his accessory. You are unique. If you want to be with Atlas Hallow, then you must stand by his side, do you understand?" Ethan Baird withdrew the unruliness in his eyes, speaking to Charlotte Miller very seriously.
He had noticed Charlotte’s changes. During this time, she seemed confused and disoriented. This mindset had to be adjusted as soon as possible; otherwise, she would undoubtedly lose terribly since her husband is Atlas Hallow.
"I..." Charlotte just started to speak, but before she could finish, she suddenly froze, swallowing nervously. Then she darted to the back of the office door, reaching out to lock it from the inside.
"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Ethan Baird was startled by Charlotte’s action. What happened? One second she was fine, the next she seemed as jittery as a frightened little animal, visibly uneasy.
"He’s back." Charlotte lowered her voice, her whole body tense as if every cell was on high alert. If Atlas Hallow found Ethan Baird in her office, would he break her leg?
How did he return so quickly? Wasn’t he supposed to be out all day handling things?
Charlotte leaned against the office door, eyes closed, her chest heaving. She could hear Atlas Hallow’s footsteps, steady and forceful, as if each step resonated directly in her heart.
His scent and presence seemed to seep in through every unsealed gap, carrying an irresistible dominance that invaded her entire breath without restraint.
That distinct musk smell was unmistakable...
Atlas Hallow stepped out of the elevator, with Daniel Parker following him. They came back together. Originally, they were supposed to go to the construction site with Joseph Shaw, but after lunch, Joseph received a call and said he had an emergency, so they had to reschedule.
In the restaurant where they ate, there was a beautifully made dessert, a traditional lotus pastry, with layers of flaky crust colored in a faint pink, truly resembling a lotus flower, filled with red bean paste. She would probably like it.
He walked up to Charlotte’s office door, reaching out to turn the handle, only to find it locked.
What’s she doing? Is she sulking because he nipped her today?
"Charlotte, open the door..." Atlas Hallow knocked on the door with one hand, holding the takeaway bag of desserts in the other, his deep, magnetic voice rising in the tranquil afternoon air.
Oh no, Charlotte, watching the tall and imposing Ethan Baird standing in her office, was on the verge of tears in panic. This time she would be caught red-handed for sure...