Charlotte Miller's deep eyes slightly squinted, her long eyelashes trembling, reminiscent of a black feathered fan stirring emotions.
At this moment, she was somewhat enjoying herself because his hands were wide and large, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve the stiffness in her neck.
Even though she was still young, she seemed to be catching the aches and pains of old age.
Annie Gray didn't come in to interrupt; after tidying up, she returned to her own office. She wasn't sure when Atlas Hallow would return, but she definitely couldn't leave.
Once Atlas was back, she'd go in to keep Charlotte company through the night, as it would feel odd to go inside now.
Some people, even after separating, remain intricately connected; these ties can be felt even by an outsider like her.
Her phone had rung at least five times; if she didn't answer, it felt like it might explode. With a sigh, she picked it up.
