Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The benefits of fingers?

Thinking of that night, when he pushed the limits of teasing, Charlotte’s face instantly turned red.

Who could have thought that Atlas Hallow, usually looking so prim and proper with a cold demeanor, would have such a side to him? Charlotte thought that his image as a celibate male deity was just a façade. If those girls at the company, who crazily worship and adore him, knew about his shameless side, they’d be shocked beyond belief.

”You’re quite confident, Mr. Hallow, but shouldn’t I be the one to have the say in this? I don’t see many benefits, and if I say I don’t like it, can you stop touching me?” Charlotte didn’t know where her temper came from. Normally, she wasn’t like this, but she started to feel incredibly agitated. If she had to live under his surveillance for her entire life without any basic respect, then living would truly be worse than death.

She needed to breathe free air, not the scent of him surrounding her, nor hearing every word about him.

It was only now that she deeply understood that the life she desired was always one of freedom.

That’s why she chose to go abroad; she could do what she loved without worrying about large sums of money causing her parents anxiety, not fearing too many risks, not being stopped due to being a girl. What she wanted was to live according to her own wishes.

Just like Ethan Baird said, she was a bird yearning for freedom, with every feather shimmering with freedom’s light.

Atlas Hallow clearly sensed the impatience and restlessness emanating from Charlotte.

What was she uneasy about? Was it because she didn’t meet Oliver Baird tonight?

Extending his arm, he clasped Charlotte’s slender wrist, speaking with a teasing smile, ”Since you’re not feeling well, it seems I haven’t tried hard enough. Tonight, I surely need to compensate...” His husky magnetic voice vanished between his lips.

Before Charlotte could react, she was lifted by him, the feeling of being thrown into mid-air helplessly descended before she could scream, and she had already landed on the fluffy, soft bed.

”Showing off your strength?” Charlotte, frightened, turned slightly pale and bit her lip in questioning. This seemed like a very romantic scene in movies, but she had almost gotten sick as her head started to spin. Luckily, he threw accurately, otherwise landing on the floor might have really caused a concussion.

The light shone on his strong arms, every inch of line smooth and muscular, being held by such arms should have brought a sense of security, yet moments ago she felt an overwhelming fear, with her feet leaving the ground, losing all control.

Being held by him, she couldn’t even struggle, making escape a mere luxury.

”There’s more strength to show, let me demonstrate slowly...” As he approached, the room filled with the layered musk scent of his body, carrying a touch of alluring danger.

He took off his robe, needing no demonstration; his perfect body was enough, emanating a moist hormonal scent towards her.

Charlotte shrank back, clutching the blanket and wanting to flee, with only one thought in mind: if he caught her, she’d really be doomed...

Driven by some unknown courage, she just wanted to escape him, perhaps the innate sense of rebellion had always been there and was now being gradually stirred up, manifesting in her actions.

Charlotte calculated the time; Atlas Hallow was already undressed, and by the time he put on his robe, she could have dashed into the elevator, clutching the blanket because she was somewhat disheveled. She just wanted to stay in the lobby downstairs, thinking that Atlas Hallow couldn’t possibly drag her upstairs.

If his intent was too obvious, where would the dignity of this household’s master be?

Atlas Hallow watched the white shadow swiftly move, opening the door and rushing out. Though Charlotte wasn’t big, her courage indeed wasn’t small...