He's so good-looking, probably the most handsome man she had ever seen, but truly terrifying, an indescribable feeling.
"It's fine now, you can go." Charlotte Miller told her secretary to leave. After the door closed, she struggled hard.
"What are you raving about now, Atlas Hallow? I need a quiet environment to work." Charlotte felt as if her arm was about to break; his grip was incredibly strong.
"Tell me, is it true?" Atlas Hallow's bloodshot eyes looked as if they would devour her until he got the answer.
"If I get married, I'll send you a wedding invitation. You can start preparing a gift." Charlotte fiercely pulled away his hand and said angrily.
It wasn't her who was getting married, and Atlas Hallow seemed to let out a sigh of relief, the frown on his face slowly easing off.
"Charlotte, I take back what I said that day." Atlas Hallow reached out and pulled Charlotte into his arms, taking a deep breath of her unique scent, as if it could wash away all his fatigue.
