The waiter swiftly approached, holding a wine glass with determination: "Mr. Hallow, the wine you ordered is now perfectly aerated—it's the best time to enjoy it..."
Inviting a minor celebrity to a place like this to drink wine, Charlotte Miller had a faint, aloof smile on her lips. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
No matter how badly he behaved before, she always believed that, deep down, Atlas Hallow had feelings for her after everything they'd been through.
What does this count as? Just yesterday, he was earnestly expressing his feelings, and now, it's like this?
She could understand if it was about socializing in the business world, but what exactly is this?
Now he's socializing with a star—after drinking, is he planning to socialize in bed too?
Atlas Hallow wasn't blind. When that woman spoke softly, he noticed Mia there, wearing a black dress, waving her little hand in the air as if trying to catch those light shadows.
