"Charlotte, I miss you..." Atlas Hallow held Charlotte Miller, his large hands caressing her slender waist. He truly missed her.
"Miss me? Aren't I right here with you?" Charlotte closed her eyes, a slight change gradually appearing in her breathing.
In the same hotel, this scene seemed to be repeating itself.
Joshua Hughes didn't have much desire to say more to Tiger George's son; his mind was preoccupied with Avery Jane. He worried Avery might be frightened since she was inexperienced and quite simple.
Alone in the hotel, time passed neither fast nor slow, tick-tock, as if you could hear its footsteps moving.
What was going on with Joshua?
She desperately wanted to rush to the police station to see him, but she knew it wasn't possible.
At this moment, Las Vegas was far from peaceful; even though she never knew much about Joshua Hughes's business dealings or other matters, she understood that someone was targeting Joshua with this incident.
