Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow drove the car, rushing all the way back, and appeared somewhat impatient at every traffic light.

He had always considered himself the most patient person, but all this supposed patience vanished when it came to matters concerning Charlotte Miller.

How badly was she injured, and why did she not call him?

Questions like these troubled Atlas Hallow, his brow tightly furrowed, a deep line forming between his eyebrows. The light from outside the car reflected on his somewhat grim face. No matter how well they got along, it always felt like there was an invisible barrier separating them, and the closer and more intimate they became, the more evident this feeling was.

When he anxiously opened the door, his heart sank...

In this city of Chengshi, the winter night fell especially quickly. She hadn’t turned on the light, leaving the room incredibly dim, only a subtle fragrance lingering in the air.

Following the faint scent of roses, Atlas Hallow walked to the side of the sofa, raising his eyes to see the delicate young girl quietly curled up in the corner of the sofa, wrapped in a man’s coat.

Her long, beautiful hair was spread across the entire sofa, and her face appeared a bit pale.

In this dim light, only her black hair was so clearly contrasted against her pale, ghostly face, and her lips looked like water in their faintness.

Atlas Hallow stopped his steps, looking at the scene in front of him. He didn’t know why, but a strange feeling welled up in his heart, quickly permeating through his racing veins.

For the first time, he felt so clearly that this beautiful girl was right beside him, yet it seemed as though reaching out, he could neither touch nor grasp her.

Could it be that her heart had never truly settled on him?

His footsteps lightened as he moved closer. Her pale small face had eyelashes gently fluttering, like ripples quickly spreading across the water, dissipating and then restoring peace.

How tired she must be, sleeping so deeply that she was unaware of his presence beside her.

His gaze slowly fell to her foot, and a pang of distress hit Atlas Hallow. Her swollen and reddened foot made him wonder just how careless such a girl had to be for a crystal vase to smash her foot like this. Really, she couldn’t be left home alone?

Reaching his arm forward, he twisted on the small lamp on the table beside the sofa. The soft light began to spread over her small body, and the black coat that covered most of her suddenly seemed especially offensive to him.

That was definitely Ethan Baird’s coat. Although Atlas Hallow knew there was no emotional involvement between the two of them, he was still quite angry inside, slowly peeling off the coat that wrapped around her, and gently cuddling Charlotte from the sofa as he took off the coat.

Charlotte, still in her dreams, was suddenly wrapped snugly in Atlas Hallow’s arms. With her back against his chest, she could clearly feel each of his strong heartbeats, indeed waking her from sleep.

Without having to open her eyes, she knew it was him.

His scent was incredibly distinctive, with layers of musk mixed with a slight tobacco aroma. It was this man’s unique mark, and if they were ever lost in a crowd, she could probably find her way back to him by this unique scent alone.

A light smile curled up at the corner of her mouth as she saw his sharp-featured face under the faint light. ”Atlas, you’re back?”

A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face as he pressed a button on the remote, illuminating the lights in the hall. The crystal light shone on his face as his thin lips softly parted, speaking in a low and gentle voice, ”Why didn’t you tell me you hurt your foot?”

Charlotte looked at her swollen ankle, pouting as she spoke, ”I thought you must have had something important to do when you got home. I could handle this myself. Don’t you think I’m so sensible that I deserve some praise?”

”I’ll let you owe me first...” Charlotte mischievously and proudly smiled, then shifted her body a bit, ”But I’m really a bit hungry, Mr. Hallow, could you give me something to eat first?”

”Okay.” Atlas Hallow responded very decisively, lifting Charlotte into his arms and carried her to the kitchen, setting her on the counter, and then started preparing dinner.