He is the man who emerged from her longing, her suspicions, and her hesitance.
As Charlotte gazed at the man's deep-set eyes, even the long eyelashes where fine, melting snowflakes rested seemed to emit a ten-thousand-volt electrical charge when locking eyes with her, stirring a woman's heart with irresistible tenderness.
What can she do? No amount of speculation could match the delight of seeing him face to face.
It seems she likes him more and more; if the truth is something she can't accept, would she still feel this way?
"Dressed so beautifully, where are you off to?" Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte's attire, noticing it differed from her usual casual style; today, her outfit seemed more formal.
Charlotte's mind raced; she hadn't called the driver Atlas arranged, so she needed to suggest a place within walking distance.
