Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Do you blame me for not disclosing your identity?” The distance between them seemed immeasurable by any unit, close enough to see the deepest glimmers in his pupils, close enough for his dense eyelashes to brush against her cheek like a breeze over water.

Charlotte Miller flinched slightly; they were too close, she could hear his heartbeat clearly, each thump resonating strongly in her eardrums.

”I wouldn’t dare.” It seemed that no one dared to blame him for anything, she was certainly no exception.

Besides, she didn’t blame him; it wasn’t about not daring.

Why would she blame him for this? She wasn’t so bored that she wanted to flaunt her status as Mrs. Hallow to the world.

She didn’t need the title of Mrs. Hallow to feel superior. Years ago, Charlotte had already known what she wanted to do. If the Miller Family had only faced a cash flow problem back then, she could have solved it without relying on Atlas Hallow. But landing on that kind of leverage in Atlas’s hands was beyond her capability.

Her mother had originally said that the Hallow Family wanted to marry the Miller Family’s daughter, but did anyone in the Hallow Family have the authority over Atlas Hallow?

She had always been curious about this—was it him or the Hallow Family that made the decision?

”Was the decision to marry Luna Miller yours or the Hallow Family’s?” Charlotte sat on Atlas Hallow’s lap, feeling somewhat inappropriate yet not daring to casually get up.

Her fingers gently touched one of his buttons; there was a moment of discomfort inside her, but she quickly suppressed it.

Atlas Hallow caught her small hand, holding it and playing with it delicately. His thin lips parted slightly as he whispered, ”Does it make a difference?”

”No difference; I’m already married in. Just a little curious,” Charlotte replied honestly. Playing mind games with this man wasn’t a good idea; he had eyes that could see through people’s hearts.

”Satisfy your...curiosity.” Atlas’s voice lowered further, and as he spoke, Charlotte’s face inexplicably flushed.

”It was my idea, but since I didn’t have time, I let my father handle the negotiations.” Atlas looked at her slightly flushed face, the light in his eyes deepened, and the powerful masculine aura exuding from him became stronger.

Truly an infuriating man; he didn’t have time for his own marriage negotiations. But thinking back, it made sense; whoever handled the discussions at that time, even if it was Butler Kent, the Miller Family could only send their daughter in.

”Why me? Why the Miller Family?”

Discussing such private matters with Atlas Hallow in the office felt a bit strange, but her curiosity was overwhelming.

”There’s no particular reason; just decided to marry when I wanted.” Atlas’s lips curled in a smile, his large hand gently caressed her face, ”Didn’t expect to find an unexpected surprise.”

To Atlas Hallow, Charlotte truly was an unexpected surprise.

”Does it hurt?” Atlas savored the delicate touch of his fingertips, he liked her small face, smooth and clear like egg whites, captivating.

”What?” He suddenly asked this, catching Charlotte off guard, the topic shift was too abrupt.

”I’m referring to the other night.” His hand slowly moved upward, and Charlotte’s face reddened more fiercely.

”If the pain comes from your pleasure, would you give up your pleasure?” Charlotte suppressed her wildly beating heart and asked with a straight face.

”No, and you must know pain is temporary, but pleasure is enduring.” He reflected introspectively, maybe he had been too hasty the other night, making her quite uncomfortable and somewhat reluctant to embrace the intimate encounter.

This was not good and directly affected his benefits.

”And you will gradually fall in love with this activity.” Atlas’s lips lightly brushed against hers, all the oxygen in the air seemed to quickly condense together, her breathing hastened.

Because in the depths of this man’s eyes, she saw unabashed desire...