The phone's ringtone abruptly stopped in his palm.
At Luna Miller's most vulnerable moment, the silence felt like her breath was cut off. She stared at the phone, her voice trembling like a young bird's plaintive cry: "Please give me..."
The word "please" was almost never spoken by her, but now she was willing to sell everything she had just to hear her mother's voice.
These words were music to the man's ears.
His fingers pulled the strands of hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ear, revealing her elegant and noble swan-like neck, warmth blowing over it, then his palm opened expectantly in front of Luna Miller.
Luna Miller shivered heavily, urgently picking up her phone and dialing out.
Atlas Hallow couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke the back of her neck. Despite his hatred for this woman's betrayal, his own body remained enthralled by her.
