Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow has good taste, and the restaurant he chose is indeed quite nice. As he was looking at the menu, Charlotte Miller stood up and wandered around.

This is another vegetarian restaurant converted from a courtyard. Just as she stepped through the somewhat narrow entrance, it felt like she had suddenly walked from the bustling streets of the city into a tranquil paradise.

Standing in the private room, she watched the outer courtyard surrounded by delicate streams, the bamboo groves ethereal under moonlight, as if she were in an old serene bamboo grove of southern China.

The room where they dined had a glass ceiling that adjusted with the seasons and sunlight, and now it was the early new moon, beautiful and serene.

Atlas Hallow ordered the dishes, and they came out quickly. The waiters wore ancient Chinese dresses from the Republican era, the pale moon-white skirts gently swaying as they moved, forming a pleasing sight.

There was emery tofu, beauty rice stir-fried with asparagus tips, matsutake soup, nine-layer basil eggplant, seaweed rolls, and dessert was surprisingly a cake made from bean dregs, which really widened her horizons.

The meal was delightful, and hardly any was wasted.

”Eating so lightly, one easily gets hungry at night.” Atlas Hallow set down his chopsticks. The food was indeed delicious, but probably lacked the calories she needed right now, though there was certainly enough protein.

”No worries. If I’m too hungry tonight, I’ll heat up and eat the dinner Auntie made. Don’t waste food,” Charlotte Miller thought, feeling stuffed and unlikely to get hungry too soon.

She had just borrowed Atlas Hallow’s phone to call Auntie to let her leave first, so they wouldn’t have to worry about running into her, otherwise Auntie might say she’s going out every day, which could lead to trouble.

”If I get as fat as a pig, would you still care about me?” Charlotte Miller looked at the empty bowl before her, sighed long, and spoke with a hint of sadness.

Her appetite had really improved, and going on like this, she may turn into a little chubby.

Today’s events unexpectedly reminded Atlas Hallow of Luna Miller’s words. Charlotte was always surrounded by admirers, and today was a convincing proof of that, so how could she become a little pig? Perhaps she would just remain beautiful, from pregnancy to having his child.

His woman was so beautiful, it filled him with pride, satisfying his male ego.

But her beauty was so temptingly criminal, he really had to keep an eye on it, otherwise something might happen anytime.

”Call me when you want to go out next time, I’ll go with you shopping. If I’m not available, I’ll make arrangements.” Atlas Hallow stroked Charlotte Miller’s hair, his gentle voice threading through the guzheng music, reaching deep into her heart.

If she told him she wanted to work, it was simply impossible, and now that things were in motion, it seemed even less likely to stop. She would hide it as long as possible.

”Got it.” Charlotte Miller could only respond this way, growing adept at the duplicity of appearing to comply while secretly defying, not knowing what trouble it may lead to down the road.

The car drove slowly and then stopped at a parking spot outside a supermarket.

”Just wait here in the car.” Atlas Hallow turned back to Charlotte Miller and then got out, striding inside.

Looking at his silhouette against the night, he was definitely made to wear overcoats, tall and standing like a walking mannequin, his behavior gentle and graceful. If she overlooked all the past, he could surely be the gentlest and most perfect lover, but she didn’t know how long it would last.

The car window opened a crack, letting the cold air outside slip in thread by thread, permeating her breath.

She needed to remain calm, unmoved, yet couldn’t betray—it was truly a dilemma...

Fine, almost invisible snowflakes fell, looking like delicate silver crystals against the night sky. It would be New Year’s soon, and she wondered how Daddy and Mommy were, and how Luna Miller has been lately?

Still lost in thought, she saw the man walking through the fine snowflakes carrying a large bag. Perhaps thinking of the Miller Family just then, or maybe his appearance touched her. Unbidden tears welled in her eyes, she hastily rubbed them away, wanting to wipe away the moisture gathering in her gaze.

The car door opened, and as he wore the overcoat and closed the car door, the cold wind swept in and then disappeared without a trace, leaving only his presence in the air.