Charlotte Miller's breathing hitched for a moment; how did he guess what she was thinking so quickly?
"If there are no conditions, I can barely eat a little…" Charlotte looked at the food on the table. Even she found it hard to believe her own words, clearly craving it.
"Go ahead and eat…" Atlas Hallow's thick eyelashes lowered, covering his eyes and hiding the fleeting trace of heartache.
No conditions?
Did he really not set any conditions?
Charlotte could hardly believe what she was hearing.
She reached out her small hand to pick up the thermos, using a silver spoon to slowly take small bites.
She hadn't eaten much for two days, and drinking porridge at this time was the most nourishing. Only after she had eaten more than half did her stomach feel a little warm.
So comfortable…
The feeling of an empty stomach, as if only stomach acid and water were churning, was truly unpleasant.
