Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Thank you, Auntie.” Charlotte Miller put down the plate after finishing her meal and smiled as she expressed her gratitude. After all, Auntie had been quite considerate of her. She wondered whether Auntie would speak the same way to her next employer, saying something like, ”My last employer’s body was ruined after childbirth, and the husband wouldn’t touch her,” or something to that effect.

In reality, things between people are often like this. Similar issues can arise between every couple. What’s happening to someone else might happen to her, though Atlas Hallow might be a bit different and not mind her transformed body. But even if he doesn’t care, there will probably be plenty of young and fresh girls eagerly throwing themselves at him.

Marrying an ordinary man leads to a plain and dull life, while marrying a man like Atlas Hallow writes a story with one’s life, full of surprises and excitement, but also invites the gazes of countless women coveting him.

But none of this concerns her. What she wants is to live well and enjoy the pleasures of work and the beauty of life. Since Little Atlas has come into their lives, she will embrace it wholeheartedly, but she is determined not to be confined to the house.

It’s absolutely impossible. She’s spent so much time and energy proving she has become more adaptable to work, stronger, and not just to follow his lead and become an accessory to a man.

What she wants is to stand alongside him, being admired by all, not just a woman behind a successful man.

Charlotte knows very well that what sustains a lasting partnership isn’t a youthful and beautiful body, nor is it one or two children, but rather mutual spiritual growth.

Her work isn’t just for herself; actually, subconsciously, it’s more to be able to stand beside Atlas Hallow. He is already a prominent and successful figure, so she doesn’t want to remain unremarkable.

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Everything was calm and peaceful. Charlotte quickly adjusted her mood. Atlas Hallow thought Charlotte was truly adorable and agreeable; they’d just started off on a couple of days of awkwardness, and it immediately passed. He had been worried that Charlotte might make a fuss, but lately, he had been so busy that he didn’t even have time to talk to her much.

However, once the business of this year is over, everything will be fine. There’s a lot of socializing now, yet he insists on not drinking alcohol. After all, at his level, nobody dares to complain when he refrains from drinking.

”It’s so late; do you want some midnight snack? The auntie stewed some chicken soup before going home. Should I serve you a bowl?” When Atlas returned home at midnight, Charlotte had already taken a nap and awakened just as Atlas walked in.

”Did I wake you?” Atlas unbuttoned his shirt, loosening one button after another, then walked over to embrace Charlotte, gently kissing her lips.

Actually, he hardly drinks now at the places he frequents, so his clothes naturally don’t carry any scent of alcohol. Nonetheless, he doesn’t like embracing her with the dusty odor from outside. She is refreshingly pure and shouldn’t be tainted by those smells.

”No, I went to bed early. Around seven, I felt sleepy and went for a nap. I just opened my eyes, and you happened to return,” Charlotte smiled. Pregnancy indeed brings certain changes to the body—she felt sleepy so early.

”Not drinking deserves praise, indeed.” Today, he’d dined with several distinguished guests, and Charlotte thought drinking would be unavoidable. But he didn’t carry even the slightest scent of alcohol. She’s now very sensitive to the smell of alcohol; a whiff makes her dizzy, and she truly dislikes men reeking of it.

”Who doesn’t know by now that dining with me means drinking juice or tea?” Atlas chuckled, beginning to take off his pants. He needed to take a shower first.

”I’ve heard rich people are particular about maintaining health; evidently not false,” Charlotte said, following Atlas. She could now walk, though carefully.

Standing in place dumbfounded, did she appear insatiable? Moreover, now doesn’t seem suitable anyway. Besides, considering his formidable stamina and energy, how could it be possible?

Charlotte didn’t take it seriously; at most, he’s teasing her.

Sitting on the living room sofa, there was a bowl of hot clear chicken soup and a few warm steamed dumplings on the table.

Casually flipping through an album, it displayed high-end custom maternity clothes. In fact, she didn’t need them now; probably she’d only wear them in three or four months. Auntie said one usually begins to show at five months. Yet, Atlas seemed even more excited than she was, sending her the album to choose from—not just clothes, but assorted soft-sole flat shoes, matching hats, gloves, scarves, and handbags—all astonishingly expensive.