But unexpectedly, just as things got a little better, the person disappeared, and the driver began to think this job was truly a heart attack waiting to happen.
"I know." Atlas Hallow said flatly, his two sharp eyebrows furrowed together.
What kind of trouble do you want to stir? Is dying once not enough? Running out in such winter weather, do you want to die a second time?
Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, he dialed Hailey Hill's phone, but it was already turned off.
Returning to the bedroom, the air still carried her rose fragrance. Atlas Hallow entered the dressing room and changed into a set of clothes, draped a coat over himself, and quickly left the room, vanishing inside.
Almost crawling, she stood up, the man beside her already gone. Half of the quilt was cold and there wasn't even a trace where the pillow had sunken down.
