His heart sank for a moment as Atlas Hallow hung up the phone and walked to the dressing room to change into a set of clothes.
On such a morning, with warm and soft beauty in his arms, she was so sweet he couldn't pull away, yet he had to go to the hospital.
Atlas always felt that Hailey Hill was acting a bit off, although he hadn't given it much thought. He figured she was just throwing a minor tantrum but never anticipated she would impulsively attempt suicide.
Charlotte Miller emerged from the bathroom, her collar still open, faintly revealing her elegant and sensual butterfly bones.
She leaned lazily against the door frame, her gaze rippling with a trace of seductive moisture, even her voice seemed to have become more alluring and enticing: "Isn't today supposed to be a day off?"
Watching Atlas Hallow put on a dark gray sweater, black pants, and lastly a dark green coat, he looked exceptionally handsome, like a supermodel stepping out from a fashion magazine.
