Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

When did Atlas Hallow come back? She didn’t even hear the sound of the car?

On the other end of the phone, Luna Miller obviously didn’t know what had happened, feeling a mix of guilt and relief, wanting to tell Charlotte everything she knew.

”Honestly, I really hope that women nowadays won’t naively act like ten-year-old girls, insisting on saving their first time for their wedding night. If the sex life is disharmonious after marriage, it could turn into resentment. Thankfully, I tried it before marrying him. Don’t be fooled by his tall stature; in fact, he’s really not capable...”

Charlotte’s phone had quite good quality, with the microphone’s volume very high. Luna’s voice, coming through the airwaves, carried a hint of the thrill of exposing someone’s privacy, but every nerve in Charlotte’s body began to tense as she saw Atlas take two steps forward, seemingly intending to pick up the phone that had fallen on the ground.

”Let me tell you, Charlotte, men are like cement. If you want a happy marriage, you have to harden them, but Atlas Hallow actually...”—before Luna finished speaking, Charlotte was forced to the extreme by the aura of the man gradually pressing towards her. After shivering slightly, she darted forward like a rabbit to pick up the phone, swiftly sliding across the screen to end the call.

Before she disconnected, Luna was still talking heartlessly. Didn’t her sister realize anything was amiss through the airwaves? Did she not notice her breathing had even become irregular?

Atlas didn’t say anything, sitting on the bedroom sofa. His tall body sank in, providing her with enough pressure.

He seemed a bit tired and carried with him a slight smell of alcohol, yet it didn’t affect the resolute and cold aura between his brows. This man, who had just become her husband, seemed like they hadn’t officially talked yet.

It wasn’t her illusion. Sensitive as she always was to her surroundings, this man always had an aloof and seemingly superior attitude when looking at her.

Perhaps this would be a particularly unique wedding night...

When she felt somewhat flustered, a deep voice came from the man’s haughty and indifferent thin lips, seemingly richer than the wine he drank: ”Charlotte?”

His magnetic voice stirred her heart, as Charlotte watched the man rub his temple. His profound eyes appeared darker than the night sky outside, with no apparent fluctuations.

Atlas narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the woman standing there somewhat awkwardly. The indoor light shone on her face, like moonlight on warm white jade, emanating a circle of soft, alluring halo. Her skin appeared so fair and smooth that it almost seemed translucent. She was distinctly different from Luna.

”In this marriage, do I need to do anything to cooperate with you?” Marrying him was an irreversible fact. She needed to understand what she had to do or couldn’t do to ensure her own safety.

Because she always felt that although this man was irresistibly charming, his fangs and claws were hidden in the dark, and if she violated his taboos, she estimated that she would be torn apart alive.

Moreover, why did he have to marry the Miller Family’s daughter?

”Just do what you think you should do.” What a smart woman, he was curious to see how clever his Mrs. Hallow could really be.

The man’s tone and expression were indifferent and alienated yet still somewhat polite.

She felt his breath; the faint muskiness from the alcohol seemed to ensnare her as if it were a web. What did he mean by doing what she should?

Just then, someone gently knocked on the door outside, and then a woman’s gentle voice came through: ”Atlas...”

The door was pushed open a second time, and outside stood a young and beautiful woman: ”Atlas, I’ve made some red bean soup. Come down and have a bowl.”

”Ava Walker, it’s my elder brother’s wedding night today. Can’t you be more considerate?” Another tall man appeared behind this woman, carrying some resemblance to Atlas in his brows and eyes, only that Atlas’s features were sharper.

”I am Amir, and this is my wife, Ava Walker. I’ll send a wedding gift to my sister-in-law tomorrow. Today is a big day, so we won’t disturb my brother and sister-in-law’s rest.” The man outside hurriedly pulled Ava’s arm towards the elevator. Ava seemed reluctant, struggling a bit, but Amir dragged her directly into the elevator. The door closed with a ding, and suddenly the air returned to silence.

Charlotte closed the door and then looked back at Atlas. His rich voice rose in the night: ”He’s my cousin, lives on the third floor.”

Atlas didn’t say much about the woman named Ava Walker, reaching out to loosen his tie, taking off the luxurious suit on his body.

”I’ll sleep in the study tonight.” When she was about to feel helpless, his deep voice rose again. This suggestion allowed Charlotte to breathe a sigh of relief, and Luna’s words echoed in her mind. Was it true that he really wasn’t capable?

Such a natural leader, a ruthless figure in the business world—is he indeed flawed?

”What are you thinking?” Atlas looked at the woman, her cheeks blooming with a faint pink like moist jade, and her watery eyes seemed to become instantly dazed, more enticing than the roses under this night.

”Nothing.” Charlotte whispered, lowering her head only to see the man’s bare body.

His intention to sleep in the study was already obvious; nothing would happen between them, yet he wasn’t shy about undressing in front of her, even taking off his pants...