The handsome face was pale, and when he wanted to call Charlotte Miller, he failed to stop her, unable to keep her at this moment.
Forcing her back, she would still leave.
Therefore, this time, he would definitely not hold back.
He would give her the harshest and most painful lesson, so this restless woman would obediently stay and dare not struggle anymore.
As his hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles protruded clearly, revealing the enormous impulse he was suppressing.
Standing in place like a sculpture, he watched the figures of Charlotte Miller and Ethan Baird leave.
Charlotte did not look back.
Fortunately, she didn't turn back to glance at Atlas Hallow. If she had, she would have seen Atlas, his tall and upright figure filled with a murderous aura, his face as cold as ice, carrying that kind of insane persistence.
When she said a faint farewell to Atlas, this man had already been thoroughly infuriated by her, with anger and hatred overshadowing all his sense.
