CHAPTER 385: 213 SUDDEN MISFORTUNE

This was the first time he saw Cecilia wearing a dress; all the blood rushed to his head, flooding his mind, his gaze fixed on her bare calves. Her skin was as creamy and delicate as cream, making him dizzy, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.

It used to be winter, and she always wore thick clothing, but now, with this outfit, he seemed almost unable to withstand it...

"Can we go?" Cecilia stood at the door of Ji Wu’s room, looking at the man inside, as striking as a model walking out of a fashion magazine.

More precisely, he seemed like a character walking out of a comic book, yet the most disorienting thing about this man was that he seemed not to live in the real world.

Cecilia let out a low sigh, wondering when his exuberance would pass?

Outside, a few tall, strong men in black stood waiting, Ji Wu briskly waved a hand, signaling them not to follow.

This surprised the housekeeper, was the Fifth Young Master going out alone?

The Fifth Young Master indeed left alone, driving away with Cecilia.

At dawn, Charlotte felt suffocated and wanted to go for a walk. She could stay in the hotel room until two o’clock, so she thought of taking a stroll in the small park next to the hotel and then returning for a hot shower before leaving.

This was the hardest time, but it should be over soon, right? She hoped Oliver would hurry back, resolve Ethan’s troubles, and take her with him to the United States, far away from this nightmarish place.

She slowly walked out of the hotel, looking at the strange color in the sky, not yet bright but with a faint light starting to spread over the horizon.

As she walked, she recalled all the past events. In the distance, the Hallow Clan Tower was like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the city, and Atlas Hallow’s once fond, gentle gaze.

On this land, she did have a warm home, but ultimately, she was forced to leave by this man, one by one, until she was the only one left from the Miller Family, and now she was leaving too. This was their birthplace, and she might not want to return, after all, that man was too dangerous.

Perhaps because she was leaving soon, or perhaps because at the end she was forced to be homeless and sleep on the streets by Atlas Hallow, Charlotte felt a bit sentimental, her eyes moistening.

She walked slowly, looking at the leaf buds tinged with the freshness of spring in the dim light. Spring is the beginning of all hope, she needed a fresh start too.

She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the car following her slowly from behind, making no sound, the headlights turned off, like a ghostly presence in the dim light.

Inside the car, the man’s scarlet eyes were like the eyes of a Beast, capturing the image of her in the pre-dawn gloom, a chilling sense of danger enveloping her.

Aside from the man’s cold aura, the car was filled with an almost choking, intense smell of alcohol.

He had long since taken off his suit jacket, tossed it in the back seat, his strong physique wrapped in a black shirt, emphasizing every inch of his smooth yet solid contours.

His profound eyes stayed fixed on the woman slowly walking ahead, silently opening the car door and following her slowly.

It seemed he had drunk a bit too much, he knew he was somewhat intoxicated now, but it didn’t cloud his judgment.

He always knew Charlotte was staying here, he’d driven away from Ji Wu’s place before dawn today, and somehow ended up here.

Were he and Charlotte always wrong from the start? Like when a button is fastened in the wrong hole at the beginning, yet it’s only discovered at the last button?

"Taking a walk by yourself with such enthusiasm?" Charlotte was walking alone, breathing in the cool air, when a voice filled with an icy chill came from behind, low and rumbling, vibrating the air.

Charlotte’s entire body trembled violently, standing still for a few seconds before abruptly turning around, seeing Atlas Hallow standing behind her, like seeing a demon, she wanted to run away quickly.

Her breath was uneven, turning and jogging back towards the hotel.

Today, he smelled particularly terrifying, his anger seemed like a filled explosive, and the intense, choking smell of alcohol seemed to amplify the explosive’s potency as if being injured by him would make one shatter to pieces?