He had considered all possibilities, yet never imagined she would go to the executive dining room on the thirtieth floor and become a server. What on earth was she thinking?
In terms of ranking and status, she was the wife of the Hallow Clan's president. Not only was she not provided with a personal attendant, but she even had to serve tea and water?
Atlas Hallow felt even more curious about Charlotte Miller. He had met Luna Miller twice, a typical clueless rich young lady, always with a perfectly made-up face and wearing high-end luxury brands. Such women were easy to deal with, as you could directly see from her face what she wanted. Luna was someone he could control, but Charlotte was full of unknowns.
However, when she subconsciously acted cute and asked if it was okay, his heart softened a bit. It was hard to refuse the requests of such a woman.
"I'm going to change clothes..." Charlotte looked at him and nodded, then bounced cheerfully into the dressing room. Changing clothes and having breakfast perfectly timed with their departure to the Hallow Clan; these three days had really been suffocating for her. If he knew how she lived abroad, he would be very surprised.
The speed at which she changed clothes was almost unbelievable, Atlas Hallow even doubted if she had four hands? In just five minutes, she emerged like a breeze, wearing a loose white shirt paired with deep blue jeans. The tight-fitting pants perfectly outlined her straight and slender legs. Although her white sneakers were old, they were very clean. Outfitted like this, she really looked like a student.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" She was supposed to be a server in the executive dining room, so dressing like this should be most suitable, right? Was she supposed to wear a skirt and high heels instead? She had only brought three outfits back to the country, mostly in this style.
"No problem, except next time we should change together. I want to see how you change clothes." Atlas Hallow looked at her, clean and clear like water. Her youth was truly enviable, that age when one appears so fresh and appealing, you want to savor every piece, not leaving a single crumb.
"Me change clothes?" What's there to see in changing clothes? Thinking of his actions last night made her blush slightly. Even though she had spent a long time abroad and they were, in fact, husband and wife, she still felt embarrassed.
This embarrassment had nothing to do with conservative thinking; perhaps it was due to their limited time and opportunities to understand each other. Thus, intimate interactions still left her feeling immensely awkward.
This is an era of fast food relationships, yet for her, taking things slow was better, and considering all the external factors surrounding this marriage, who knows how far it would go? This man was the type of man women would like, handsome, rich, and mature, but his inner thoughts were unfathomable, making such a man the most dangerous.
"Too fast..." Atlas Hallow said calmly, then turned and entered the dressing room.
Too fast? Charlotte herself didn't find it particularly fast; changing clothes was a simple task after all, but his words made her feel a bit wary.
She changed clothes so quickly; did that mean there was a woman who changed clothes incredibly slowly, so that made him feel she was fast by comparison?
Her somewhat bewildered eyes fell outside the window. In the autumn garden, a cassia tree was in full bloom, dense and fragrant, as a breeze stirred the thin curtain, wafting the scent through. Everything about the Hallows was a mystery, an unsolvable puzzle...
Regardless of the weather, he always dressed impeccably: a dark suit, cufflinks exuding understated luxury, and a mechanical watch, a handsome figure more appealing than magazine models. Despite their looks, such models couldn't compare to the mature and successful aura radiating from him.
Together they entered the elevator, yet each harbored secret thoughts.
The Hallows' breakfast was punctual, so when they came down, the dining room was already full.
Charlotte's watery eyes instinctively glanced at Ava Walker. She seemed to have lost the aggressive demeanor from the past two days, and her eyes were somewhat swollen, indicating she had cried last night.
Even a fool could see that Ava Walker was interested in Atlas Hallow, and she didn't hide it in front of the Hallows.
Atlas Hallow's breakfast had changed: a cup of black coffee, a half-cooked soft-boiled egg, and several crispy fried dumplings.
What kind of breakfast was this? A mix of Western and Chinese? Charlotte couldn't imagine the taste of coffee paired with fried dumplings; this man was really strange.
Thankfully, her breakfast was different from his. The housekeeper served a bowl of rice wine dumplings sprinkled with osmanthus syrup, with two soft, steamed flower rolls—breakfast she could accept.
But didn't he say she would eat the same as him? Why was it different today?
"Women who drink black coffee shrink, you know that?" Atlas Hallow looked at the woman beside him stunned, leaned down to whisper in her ear, his gaze dropping to her chest. His voice was small, only she could hear, yet it made Charlotte blush instantly.
Was giving her the rice wine dumplings meant to make her grow bigger? This man was simply...
Ava Walker looked at Atlas Hallow talking with Charlotte Miller hatefully, wishing her gaze was a knife that could cut them apart. Better yet, cut Charlotte Miller dead; it was all her fault her mother was kicked out of the Hallow Clan. She blamed Charlotte for everything.
"Charlotte, are you feeling better?" Kinsley Lee looked at Charlotte Miller, seeing she was fine, she felt a bit relieved. She and Ayla Kim had battled for years, the key issue being who would give birth to the Hallow Family's first grandson. She couldn't lose.
"I specifically asked the kitchen to make these rice wine dumplings for you; eating some rice wine will make you feel better." She was eager to restore Charlotte Miller's health quickly, so she could birth a chubby grandson or granddaughter, ideally to infuriate Ayla Kim.
So it was misunderstood; originally this breakfast was ordered by Atlas Hallow's mother. Charlotte Miller smiled and said, "Thank you, I feel much better now."
"Maybe it wasn't that serious yesterday, just pretending. You studied drama while abroad, right? Your acting was so realistic, you could win an award." Ava Walker said hatefully, her hands subconsciously cutting the soft-boiled egg into an unsightly shape.
"Prepare a bottle of contraceptive pills." Atlas Hallow's cold voice rose in the air, sending a chill through everyone, but the housekeeper didn't dare hesitate and quickly prepared what Atlas wanted.
For a moment, the dining room's atmosphere tightened, like a balloon inflated to the limit, ready to burst at the slightest touch, sending everyone tumbling in its wake...