Charlotte Miller returned to the room and saw Atlas Hallow sitting on the sofa. She smiled and greeted him, "I thought you wouldn't be back so early."
"If I don't come back early, can you also not come back early?" The danger in his voice rose in the air like fog, almost invisible, but Charlotte could clearly feel it.
"If you need me to be back by a certain time in the future, you can tell me." The knife to endure rests in her heart, but she must endure because that knife is in Atlas Hallow's hand. She can only be at his mercy now. Fortunately, Atlas has not done anything excessive so far. If he asks her to come back earlier, she'll try her best not to stay out late.
"Am I that petty?" The man opened his thin lips while sitting on the sofa, his pupils flickering with light, seeming to penetrate her body bit by bit.
