Because it was raining, he held a large black umbrella in his hand. When the car pulled up at the long marble steps of the villa's gate, the housekeeper had already opened that gigantic black umbrella and welcomed Atlas Hallow out.
As soon as she looked up, she could see Atlas's tall and graceful figure. Today, she wore a very clean and refreshing white shirt, a black suit jacket with a dark camel coat over it, and a black and beige checkered scarf casually around her neck, making her look handsome and reserved.
In fact, except for Atlas Hallow's temper being somewhat bad, he truly was a man that one could not refuse.
He walked along the steps, steady with every step. As soon as he entered the hall, his sharp gaze immediately fell on Charlotte Miller.
Charlotte's lips curved into a slight smile, but she didn't stand up to greet him.
In fact, she was still angry about what happened a few days ago, so although she was happy to see him return, she didn't show any particular warmth.
