Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

In the dark night, the light appeared exceptionally dazzling, forming a circle of glow on the man’s strong and smooth skin tone. The deep wheat-colored skin looked extremely enticing, exactly as she imagined, even more perfect. Atlas Hallow’s frame was tall and impeccably upright, clearly showing he often works out in the gym.

A disciplined man is indeed most worthy of admiration, and without a doubt, Atlas is such a man.

From the naked body emanated a strong masculine aura that seeped into her breath like an all-encompassing force. Charlotte Miller couldn’t help but doubt Luna Miller’s words: Could a man who just stands there exude such a strong aggressive aura be unsuitable?

Yet, as curious as she was, she wouldn’t take the initiative to try, for since he was going to sleep in the study, her biggest worry was already avoided. She wouldn’t create trouble for herself.

In this inexplicable marriage, she hoped to retreat unscathed.

The first night of marrying into the Hallow Family seemed peaceful on the surface, but Charlotte felt a vague sense of worry.

Luna mentioned she had sent a gift and it would arrive tomorrow. Rather than sending it to the Miller Family, it was directly sent to the Hallow Family. If someone opened that box, it would truly be trouble.

She could imagine how embarrassing the contents inside would be.

Unable to sleep in a new place, thinking of the numerous tasks she had to accomplish, yet unknowingly fell asleep as the dawn approached...

In her dreams, a slight unease began to creep in. Before waking up, she subconsciously clenched her fists, palms sticky with a bit of cold sweat, waking her up instantly.

He, she didn’t know when he returned to the room, had already changed clothes, sitting on the sofa, watching her.

She never knew that a person, just by watching you unconsciously, could make you nervous, scared, and cause your heart to race.

”Breakfast at the Hallow Family is at seven.” Atlas Hallow’s deep voice rose in the air, his gaze remained on Charlotte’s face.

The beauty depicted in ancient poetry, he always believed could only appear in ink printed on paper, mere words. But today, it was vividly displayed before him, as enchanting as a painting.

Charlotte and Luna were completely different women; Luna was passionate and vibrant, like a ball of fire, whereas Charlotte was as clear and pure as spring water. Her scent was very pleasant, making his entire lungs feel comfortable when inhaled.

”I understand.” If she didn’t misinterpret, he was there to escort her to breakfast, which was fortunate, sparing her potential embarrassment.

She got up and rushed into the bathroom, quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth, then dressed, and as she emerged well-dressed, Atlas Hallow glanced at his wristwatch, noticing it took twelve minutes and thirty-nine seconds from her eyelash fluttering open to standing clean before him.

It’s said one needs patience waiting for a woman, but should she perhaps wait for him in the future? Since her speed in dressing was quicker than his.

Atlas Hallow stood up, his palm spread open in front of her.

Charlotte paused for a moment, gazing at his palm, noticing some small calluses. The most prominent were his palm lines, so clear and deep as though carved.

She gently placed her hand in his palm, then enveloped by his large hand.

The temperature of a man and woman’s palm is different; his was dry and warm.

”There are eight people having breakfast at the Hallow Family: my parents, uncle, and aunt. The remaining two you met yesterday.” His words slightly caught Charlotte off guard, then she realized she wasn’t thinking fast enough; she assumed there were six people, forgetting to include the two of them.

Atlas Hallow stepped out of the elevator, and the servants quickly hurried into the kitchen to let the chef begin preparing his breakfast.

Charlotte had never felt so uneasy, sitting in the large dining room alongside the young couple she met yesterday and two middle-aged couples, but which one were Atlas’s parents, and which were his uncle and aunt?

”My daughter-in-law is indeed beautiful. I heard the Miller Family’s daughters are all beautiful as flowers, and it seems it’s true, though Charlotte appears slightly better than Luna.” A middle-aged elegant woman stood up from the left side, waved to her, then pointed to the chair beside her, indicating Charlotte to sit next to her.

”I think Ava is prettier, otherwise, she wouldn’t...” Another middle-aged woman commented, paused for a moment, and didn’t continue.

Wouldn’t? Wouldn’t what? Usually, when only half of a sentence is spoken, it carries a hint of implicit meaning, intending to distract her into guessing, but Charlotte neither guessed nor asked more. If there were things she needed to know, she would eventually learn.

”Atlas, still reluctant to let go?” Kinsley Lee ignored Ayla Kim’s words, teasingly watching her son’s hand.

Not only Kinsley, but everyone’s eyes were also fixed on those hands.

Atlas Hallow released her hand, elegantly pulled out a chair for Charlotte, then softly inquired, ”What would you like to eat?”

She heard such a voice for the first time, like a wind with substantial strength yet soothingly brushing past the lake, causing ripples that spread round and round, with her heartbeat slightly irregular.

He didn’t introduce her, which meant there was no need to greet these people? But that didn’t seem proper by etiquette, right?

”Just like me, then.” Atlas Hallow noticed Charlotte’s unresponsive, clear gaze still held some daze, his lips curved into a slight smile. He glanced at Butler Kent, who understood and turned to the kitchen.

Charlotte discovered Atlas Hallow was a man of patience, but even with his patience, he gave off an aura making one hesitant to challenge or defy him.

Unyielding authority must be like this.

”These are our parents. The two are our uncle and aunt, and you’ve met Amir and Ava yesterday.” After taking a sip of warm water while seated, Atlas Hallow’s thin lips gently opened to elaborate.

He finally did something proper, Charlotte’s heart felt relieved, and she smiled, greeting everyone one by one.

”Atlas, I’m taking your car to the company today.” Sitting across Charlotte, Ava Walker carefully spread thick layers of strawberry jam on a toast, then took a bite and placed it on the plate.

”I’ll go change first and wait for you.” Ava stood up, smiled at Charlotte, and said, ”You don’t mind, do you?”