Charlotte Miller looked at Atlas Hallow with a defiant expression that said, "No matter what you say, I'm going to work. Your words won't change my mind."
In truth, she wasn't actually daring to confront Atlas directly like this, but she had a slight sense of leverage as a mother-to-be. This feeling was vague, but Charlotte felt that Atlas wouldn't dare use violence or more severe methods on her now. After all, he desperately wanted a child, and this child was currently growing inside her, so she felt somewhat fearless.
Atlas didn't respond to her words. The two of them were at a standoff, and the tension in the air made it difficult to breathe.
The man quietly watched Charlotte. His tall frame seemed to make the sofa feel small and cramped as he sat.
Atlas's gaze made Charlotte's heart inexplicably race. Her stubborn and gloomy expression gradually transformed into hidden worry. Why did this man suddenly seem so deep and profound?
Hadn't she said enough to make Atlas angry?
