"What's wrong? Who offended our President Hallow? Did you take gunpowder?" Charlotte Miller hadn't drunk much, but her tolerance was quite poor. She was sober, yet her speech was almost slurred.
Charlotte didn't realize that the way she spoke, sounding so innocent and charming, made Atlas Hallow feel a mix of fiery emotions.
On one hand, he was angry at her for daring to drink in front of other men, showing such an enticing demeanor; on the other hand, her seductive appearance was making his heart itch uncontrollably.
"You don't know who's offended me?" Atlas' voice sounded sour and bitter, and his serious expression made Charlotte burst into giggles.
"What's so funny? Do you think I'm funny like this?" Atlas looked at Charlotte curled up in the passenger seat, her small face reddened as she laughed, looking at him as if he were something strange.
