Hailey Hill watched Charlotte Miller serving them coffee, the closer she got, the more her heart ached.
Although she held the title of CEO's wife, Charlotte was still meticulous when serving coffee as a secretary.
She bent slightly and placed the coffee on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Hailey's gaze fell on Charlotte's hands, which had five tiny dimples on the back. Her fingers were slender and delicate like scallions, the skin on her hands white and smooth, soft as if boneless, exuding a faint fragrance as though of flowers or fruits—a unique scent. Her hands were so captivating, not to mention her bright yet gentle face.
Charlotte was undeniably beautiful, the kind that captivated one's heart; no wonder Atlas Hallow was moved.
Hailey was just here for a glance, wanting to know what kind of woman could enter the CEO's office.
