Back at the Hallow Family, Atlas Hallow glanced indifferently at everyone still sitting in the living room, then supported Charlotte Miller into the elevator.
Actually, her health had improved quite a bit, not to the point where she couldn't walk without help, but since he wanted to support her, she didn't refuse. To resist Atlas in the Hallow Family would surely be the most irrational thing to do.
Because the scene moments ago was extremely clear, everyone including Atlas's parents, his uncle and aunt, the always arrogant Ava Walker, and Amir Hallow with his usual playboy demeanor, were sitting together, making her feel as if they dared not return to their rooms without Atlas's permission.
"Rest well." Releasing his hand, Atlas Hallow sighed softly, his voice transforming into a magnetic and seductive tone: "A warm soak should feel good, why is your body temperature so low?"
"I have a bit of a cold constitution, but it's not usually like this," Charlotte said softly. The whole family downstairs was still waiting for him, yet this man seemed not at all anxious or hurried, leaving her completely puzzled.
Birth control pills aren't poison that would kill her, but they carry deeper meaning than a lethal poison. Someone in the Hallow Family doesn't want her to have Atlas's child. What's most amusing though is that she and Atlas have actually never been intimate.
The bathtub in the bathroom was quite large. As he turned on the hot water, the mist quickly filled the bathroom, even the soft yellow lighting took on a more hazy appearance. Standing behind Atlas Hallow, Charlotte placed her pajamas on the nearby rack, momentarily dazed by the man's muscular back.
He seemed very patient in adjusting the water temperature for her. The light fell perfectly on his side face, making Charlotte involuntarily admire him. Does a man like this require anything? In this era where looks matter, his face alone should instantly make women's hearts race, invoking the urge to scream.
"What are you thinking about?" While Charlotte was still dazed, Atlas Hallow had already walked up to her, his wet fingertip lightly touching her lips, jolting Charlotte back to reality. "Nothing, nothing..." she replied softly.
"Lying is not a good habit." His voice still deep, mixed with the misty air, penetrated her pores with an invasive force.
"I didn't lie." Charlotte's face turned red for a moment. After biting her lip and finishing speaking, she saw his hands still dripping with water. She reached out and pulled down a towel to hand to Atlas Hallow, unexpectedly bringing down the neatly folded pajamas she had placed on the rack, scattering them on the floor.
The moon-white pajamas spread out, revealing a delicate set of underwear straightforwardly in the man's view.
The thin pink underwear was exceedingly exquisite, presenting a unique allure against the black marble floor.
Charlotte's face suddenly turned red, quickly bending down to pick them up, but Atlas's long arms had already gathered the clothes from the floor. The delicate underwear in his somewhat coarse, callused palm seemed like a blooming hibiscus...
The temperature in the bathroom was rising, making Charlotte blush instantly, hurriedly snatching her underwear and the moon-white pajamas from his hands, rolling the underwear into the pajamas, stammering: "You... go out..."
Atlas Hallow picked up a towel to dry his hands, his deep gaze falling on Charlotte's face, carrying a meaningful smile. Then his eyes fell on her chest, as if trying to pierce through her clothing like a ray, quietly saying: "C? It must be more than that..."
Charlotte's mind took a moment to register, and then her face turned even redder, not knowing what to say for a moment.
How does he know? Isn't he incapable? Can he gauge a woman's size with just a glance?
While she was bewildered, Atlas Hallow had already turned and left the bathroom, leaving behind the faint musk scent that lingered long after...
The hall of the Hallow Family was completely different from the warmth of the bathroom just moments ago. No matter how many people were present, there was an autumn chill and desolation.
"Is she alright? I knew she was pretending. Still hasn't had good things at the Miller Family, weak stomach can't take supplements, that's why her stomach hurts?" After Atlas Hallow came downstairs, Ava Walker said angrily.
"Who was it?" Atlas Hallow paid no mind to Ava Walker's words, his icy gaze slowly sweeping over everyone sitting in the living room, not missing a single person. His sharp gaze cut through the air like a knife and also sliced through the tightly wound emotions of everyone.
"Atlas, what's going on? Charlotte was perfectly fine when we came back, wasn't she?" Kinsley Lee looked anxious. She never expected these happenings immediately upon her daughter-in-law's arrival. Compared to Luna Miller, she preferred Charlotte to be her daughter-in-law, thus feeling concerned.
"Who was it?" Atlas Hallow's voice grew colder, each word like a shard of ice smashing into everyone's heart, cold, painful, and dangerous, as if trying to punch holes into their hearts.
"Who put birth control in her soup?" After the revelation, everyone's expressions changed, unconsciously turning their gaze onto Ava Walker.
"Why are you looking at me? It wasn't me; I'm not that bored." Ava Walker almost jumped up from the sofa, protesting angrily.
"I'll go upstairs to rest first. If no one's confessing, then you all stay here and go nowhere." Atlas Hallow withdrew his sharp gaze, his thick eyelashes concealing all his emotions. Leaving these words behind, he turned and went upstairs.
These matters he didn't find worth the mental effort. Before long, someone will admit to it. Now, what seems more captivating to him is the little woman still in the bathroom...