Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow was truly ecstatic, and Charlotte Miller could clearly feel his joy.

Whether it was a pure love for the child or something else, Charlotte was still unsure, but she was affected by his happiness.

Atlas Hallow was not only surprised about her pregnancy but also extremely curious.

Although he was currently insatiable, he was now content to just hold her under the covers and chat.

”Do you not know how big the baby is? Did the doctor say?” Atlas’ deep voice rose in the air, seemingly having a great calming effect.

Charlotte felt sleepy, but she tried hard to blink her innocent, beautiful eyes and shook her head.

She was truly clueless; before marrying him, she hadn’t even dated a boyfriend seriously. When it came to matters between men and women, she was as blank as a sheet of paper. She couldn’t even accurately calculate safe or ovulation periods.

She was sensitive to numbers but truly ignorant about other things.

Atlas Hallow laughed and ruffled her little head that was almost disappearing into the covers. He could see that in many ways, Charlotte was still like a child, and it was understandable that she didn’t know.

”Go to sleep early, I made an appointment with the doctor. I’ll take you to the hospital for a complete check-up tomorrow.” Atlas Hallow held Charlotte in his arms, her back against his chest, and she fell asleep like that.

Once she was sound asleep, Atlas gently got up and saw it was just before nine o’clock.

Her petite figure was adorable, curled up under the fluffy, soft blanket. If it weren’t for the black strands of hair visible outside, she would have been completely submerged in it, with the corners of his mouth curling into a smile, feeling more at ease inside.

Originally, in this world, she was she and he was he. But with this child, he and she now had a shared connection that could never be severed.

The next morning, as Charlotte Miller woke up from her slumber, she could vaguely smell food.

Hugging the blanket, she sat up and saw the man in the morning light walking towards her. Atlas Hallow sat beside her, leaned over, and gave her sleepy face a kiss: ”Good morning, Mrs. Hallow...”

”Morning...” Charlotte shifted her body, preparing to slip down and tidy herself up in the bathroom, feeling dizzy due to oversleeping. Washing her face should make her feel better.

”What are you doing?” Atlas queried in a low voice, seeing her awkwardly shifting position.

”Going to the bathroom...” Don’t you have to wash your face, brush your teeth, and let go of the water you accumulated in your stomach overnight every morning?

With that being said, she felt a bit rushed, trying hard to move. Atlas stood up, grabbed her, and carried her straight to the bathroom.

”Put me down, you go out first.” Upon reaching the small bathroom, Atlas set her down. Charlotte held onto the sink, standing, seeing Atlas just beside her, wondering what’s going on?

She couldn’t possibly, in front of him, lift her robe to do something, could she?

”I’ll wait at the door.” Seeing her awkward and bashful demeanor, Atlas decided not to tease her anymore and turned to close the door.

After sorting everything out, Charlotte opened the door to find Atlas indeed waiting at the door, then he picked her up again: ”Mrs. Hallow, you’re not convenient lately, I can only act as your legs...”

These must be the most expensive legs in the world, right? Charlotte pressed her face against Atlas’ chest, giggling.

Exiting the bedroom and entering the living room, Charlotte was surprised to find there was another person in the room.

There was a very capable and slightly plump middle-aged woman beside the cooking counter in the open kitchen.

”Mrs. Hallow, given your foot injury, I’ve hired someone to look after you at home.” After all, he had many times he needed to be at the company, it was impossible to stay at home with her all the time.

Charlotte watched as Atlas Hallow’s smile spread across his lips, softly touching her eyes and brows. She looked incredibly gentle, bathed in the morning light, making one’s heart race.

It turns out this man not only can exude ten thousand volts of high voltage but when soft, he’s like a warm pool, drowning all women inside, never wanting to awake.

The person he found was certainly not mistaken, the lady prepared an extremely rich breakfast.

On the table were millet sea cucumber porridge, steamed buns, bread rolls, pastries, dough sticks, and soy milk, all Chinese-style. Lastly, there was a crystal bowl of yogurt with chopped strawberry pieces, and a small plate of cookies with almond slices as a dessert.

The lady, upon seeing Charlotte, smiled and chatted: ”Mrs. Hallow, you’re too thin. Nowadays young girls are all about dieting, but you can’t think that way. With a child, you need to eat well, don’t worry, I specialize in this, ensuring you eat well and won’t gain weight.” Then she turned and assured Atlas they’d be well taken care of, having handled several pregnant women before.

”You mean, you just want me to rest at home, right?” Charlotte seemed to understand Atlas Hallow’s intention; was he planning to have her stay home until the day of delivery?

”What’s your opinion?” She was pregnant, and her foot already swollen; not resting at home would be unwise.

”I have no intention, but I won’t stay at home.” She wasn’t one of those wealthy ladies living lives of shopping, beauty treatments, and relaxation. She had her own work that couldn’t be delayed.

Besides, despite Atlas providing an office rest area, she would work within her capacity, but staying at home would drive her mad.

Moreover, it wouldn’t be easy to explain to Ethan, given the large project this time. If mishandled, it would cause many issues; rumors already said they were attracting high-interest deposits differently. It was essential to perfect the plan.

”No way.” Struggling with pregnancy, he couldn’t understand the difficulty of the work?

Atlas Hallow wouldn’t be unable to support his woman, right? Did she really need to work?

”Why? I will take care of my body, and reasonable work wouldn’t affect me. How do other pregnant women manage?” Charlotte argued assertively; she would not compromise on such matters.

Seeing the situation, the lady quietly returned to her assigned room after setting the breakfast. She was perceptive, realizing the hosts were in conflict, something beyond a housekeeper’s intervention, hence staying out of sight was best.

Faced with a table of food, Charlotte lost all appetite.

Was marrying him solely to bear a child for the Hallow Family? Was that the most important thing? What about her work, her life?

”At least rest at home until your foot recovers.” Atlas Hallow sighed deeply, seeing Charlotte’s stubborn face. This girl was truly a headache.

”I can only slow down my work pace now; stopping entirely is impossible. I’m not only your wife but also Ethan Baird’s partner. He’s only entered the domestic market because of me; I can’t abandon halfway, can I?” Charlotte held Atlas’ hand, looking into his eyes with unprecedented seriousness.

”Moreover, didn’t you say you’d be my legs?” Seeing Atlas’ unchanged expression, Charlotte softly added.

”You mentioned how other pregnant women manage; however, they aren’t my concern—you’re my woman, Hallow’s, and they aren’t. Even without you, Ethan could fully control it; you’re well aware, aren’t you? You can have a long career, a lifetime. Does it really matter these few months?” Atlas couldn’t comprehend why she was so persistent; shouldn’t their child be prioritized?

Charlotte realized Atlas had no room for discussion; the morning’s tenderness seemed to evaporate entirely in this conversation.

”So I must stay home and take care of the baby, awaiting his birth, right? Enroll in parenting classes, become solely his companion; is that it?” Charlotte couldn’t fathom why, since knowing her pregnancy, she became exceedingly sensitive about the child, sensing Atlas similarly.

”If you desire such life, I won’t oppose. Now eat your breakfast and head to the hospital for a thorough check-up.” Atlas Hallow picked up her bowl, filled it with millet porridge, and placed a bun on her plate: ”Of course, my child can’t be compromised, right?”

This darn girl deserved a proper lesson, yet he couldn’t bear scolding her even slightly.

But she should indeed be uncomfortable, right?