Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Never had I felt so satisfied from eating before, this kind of satisfaction came from a twenty-dollar stuffed pancake. Bite after bite, I couldn’t even manage to speak until I finished the whole thing.

Atlas Hallow was a bit dazed watching it. Is it really that delicious? She ate such a large one in its entirety, without even leaving a single bite.

”Is it that good?” Atlas Hallow noticed a tiny bit of sweet bean paste at the corner of her mouth, along with a small piece of cilantro. With one hand on the steering wheel, he reached over with the other hand, wiping away the food residue from the corner of her lips. His fingers felt a bit sticky, so he put them into his mouth, lightly sucking them clean immediately.

If someone else did this action, it would probably seem a bit strange, but Atlas Hallow’s action was casual and alluring, making people wish they could become that small piece of cilantro on his fingers.

Atlas Hallow usually seemed extremely strict; perhaps few people had ever seen this side of him.

”What are you thinking about?” She beside him was obedient like a little cat squatting in the corner quietly observing its master. This feeling was truly wonderful.

”I was thinking, how is it possible that you’re an asexual man?” It was because of this issue that Luna Miller ran away at the beginning. Luna’s belief was that no matter how rich or handsome a man was, if there was disharmony in that area, it was all useless.

If he had been this way from the start, Luna would probably have been captivated by him long ago, and none of these things would have happened.

”A man’s desires are shown to different women, and you are precisely the key that opens the door to my desires, and there’s only one key.” Atlas leaned over, whispering low in her ear, causing Charlotte Miller’s face to heat up subtly. She couldn’t help but retort, ”It’s as if your door of desire has never been opened before. Who was the one with the key before that?”

Being jealous about this wasn’t meaningful, but when Atlas said she was the only one, it made Charlotte a bit skeptical. She certainly wasn’t the only woman in his life; she knew that much.

”Now this little mouth is getting quite sharp, even calculating things with me, hmm?” He couldn’t help but pinch Charlotte’s cheek. This little girl’s courage was growing, but he liked her this way.

”It’s you who makes it seem like you’re truly an ascetic Puritan. Can you blame me for this? You feel embarrassed after being exposed, don’t you?” Past matters are better left unmentioned, but it was only because of what Atlas said just now that she argued back.

”That’s different. The connection of souls and the release of excess energy are two different things.” Atlas did not deny some not-so-proud histories of his past but categorized them into two types.

”Self-deception, you think it’s different? If I had several boyfriends before you, had close interactions, and then told you that you are my only one, would you believe it?” Charlotte stuck out her tongue, feeling his words were amusing to the extreme. Can one really separate spirit and desire?

How could she have several boyfriends? After experiencing her, which man would allow her to find another? She was a gift from heaven to men. Once obtained, they would only want to keep her safely locked away, never letting others smell the fragrance or taste the sweetness of this flower.

”So don’t tell me these things. I’m not concerned with how many women you had before me. I only care that once we want to give our hearts to each other, whether you have any secrets or lies left for me.” This was what mattered most to her: whether he was hiding anything from him or had ever deceived her.

No one can tolerate deception and betrayal from an intimate lover, not just men but women even more so, because in matters of deception and concealment, women care more than men.

”Before you, I didn’t have many women either.” Atlas’s deep laughter filled the air. Did this girl take him for a playboy? In truth, he hadn’t been with many women; it’s just that there was a period in his youth when he played a bit wildly before realizing those pleasures were empty, like a hallucinatory void.

In fact, despite someone as alluring as Luna Miller before him, he was unmoved. There were times when he truly lived a life of abstinence, until he met Charlotte Miller, and he seemed to want to make up for all those abstinent days, leaving this little girl thoroughly exhausted.