"Don't get too close to him." Atlas Hallow's voice seemed to carry a hint of warning, maybe even a trace of bitterness, and Charlotte Miller smiled without answering.
Was he still worried about her getting close to other men at this time?
She was no longer the Charlotte Miller of the past. Dean Hallow couldn't harm her, and even if behind Gael Hallow there was an old fox like Flix Hallow, she would still be able to walk away unscathed.
She didn't like anyone targeting Atlas Hallow. If anyone ever wanted to target him, that person could only be her.
This feeling was quite amusing, but it made her uncomfortable.
"Not every man in this world will like me." Over the years, many men had appeared around her. Some could become confidants, others close friends, but none could become lovers.
She had her quirky temperament, and it seemed like the only one persistently saying he liked her was this man in front of her?
