Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Even in this bitter winter, the garden that seemed somewhat desolate became incredibly beautiful, and even the fallen yellow leaves were filled with poetry.

Did he really take time off intentionally to accompany her?

Sometimes she felt that Atlas Hallow was a mature yet somewhat elusive person. Romance wasn’t something he should typically engage in, yet unexpectedly, he did romantic things, touching her heart time and again.

Maybe taking a leave to be with her wasn’t traditionally romantic, but to Charlotte Miller, the most romantic thing was his intention. He knew her, he understood her, and that was enough for her; that was romantic enough.

What kind of man should a woman find? A man who understands her mind is the best.

If she fell in love with Atlas Hallow, then it shouldn’t be just because of his appearance or his mature wisdom. What truly moved her, what made her fall for him, was his omnipresent thoughtfulness.

Although from the very beginning, Atlas could be domineering, making it hard for her to accept, she later discovered that in many small details, Atlas did better than many men; he understood her heart and knew what she wanted.

Looking down at Charlotte Miller, her eyebrows were as graceful and enticing as verdant ink, her long lashes like feathered fans stirring the soul, and her delicate, small nose stood gracefully on her exquisite face. Perhaps after adequate exercise, her flushed complexion made her irresistibly beautiful, prompting Atlas Hallow to embrace her, deepening the kiss.

His kiss slowly melted Charlotte Miller’s heart...

Holding Charlotte Miller, his slender fingers carefully traced her picture-perfect, delicate features. Such features always stirred wave after wave of ripples in him, as if her image was cast into the sea of his heart, creating waves that could never settle again.

Facing Charlotte Miller, he still felt a bit of a sense of defeat, wondering when this woman could sincerely say she loved him.

Atlas Hallow had always thought that love was distant for him, perhaps a luxury item.

Yet he had found this most fitting and cherished luxury, only to find that such a luxury could not be bought with money.

So he spared no effort, hoping this luxury could belong to him alone forever.

Initially, Atlas Hallow didn’t want to let himself get deeply involved, yet he couldn’t control his desire to have her.

The inability to completely possess her gave him restless anxiety, especially in the deep of night when Charlotte Miller beside him was like a giant magnet that attracted him.

He even insisted on having this child because Atlas believed a child was a bond between them, tightly linking the two together. At least if she wanted to leave, the child’s tie might make it not so easy.

In truth, he wasn’t particularly fond of children; he merely loved a way to keep Charlotte Miller in hand. But when he heard she was really pregnant, Atlas couldn’t help thinking that if it were a little girl like her, he’d be willing to lay the world at her feet. That feeling was so incredible that he started to slowly like, slowly anticipate, and day by day sketch the child’s likeness in his mind.

He even disliked this version of himself, feeling as though he’d lost confidence, believing he couldn’t fully hold on to her without resorting to a small life to control his woman.

He gently placed his large hand on her small belly, kissed her rounded, graceful ear lobe, and whispered by her ear, ”How was it just now? Any discomfort?” Thinking about it, he was a bit worried if he’d hurt this little leverage just now.

Charlotte Miller laughed, tapping his shoulder with a hint of reproach, and said, ”Isn’t it too late to ask now if I’m uncomfortable? If there really was discomfort, it wouldn’t help because time can’t go back to the morning, can it?”

”I’m conducting a service survey—was my service satisfactory, Mrs. Hallow?” Atlas Hallow’s hand emanated a searing warmth that seeped into her small belly, warming her whole body.

Leaning on him, Charlotte Miller shyly murmured, ”It’s just really bloated, a bit uncomfortable...”

When he stretched her, she was almost overwhelmed; it seemed more arduous after pregnancy than before.

”I can’t help with that—I can only make it bigger, not smaller,” Atlas Hallow murmured lowly, and hearing Charlotte Miller say this stirred a bit of emotion in him. He slowly kissed her ear and couldn’t help but chuckle lowly.