Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”Oh? What kind of girl can make our heartthrob fall into unrequited love?” The host immediately sensed the juicy gossip and eagerly pressed on.

”Actually, what first moved me was her voice.” Jack Smith recalled the moment he first knew of Charlotte Miller; it was when she was on the phone with Luna Miller, and he heard her voice, which, just like her name, brought a sense of tranquility.

His manager was blinking furiously, but Jack Smith smiled serenely. Things like this didn’t need to be hidden; times are progressing continually. Many actors openly reveal their relationships without much effect, right? Besides, he never liked being in the spotlight; he would gradually shift to working behind the scenes.

Just as the female host was ready to press further, Jack Smith’s phone vibrated a few times in his pocket. He politely excused himself to take the call outside.

This was his personal phone, known to only a few people. If it were work-related, his manager would handle it, so whenever it rang, he would answer it immediately.

Walking to the farthest corner of the studio, he glanced at the phone number and felt a gentle tremor in his heart.

It was Charlotte Miller calling.

He wasn’t surprised to receive a call from Charlotte Miller because he had deliberately left his scarf behind yesterday. Jack Smith guessed that with Charlotte’s personality, she would find time to return the scarf once she got home.

What he hadn’t expected was how quickly this opportunity arose.

In fact, Jack Smith had no intention of disrupting Charlotte Miller and Atlas Hallow’s marriage. He simply couldn’t resist the urge to see her; it was like a child gazing at a tempting candy in a shop window, unable to break the glass and take it. He would just run to the window to look every day, and even if he could only look, he would feel happy.

Sometimes, unrequited love is an original sin, sweet yet most bittersweet.

This feeling was like a seed buried in the heart, watching it sprout but having to press it down with one hand, not letting it come out because he feared it would hurt others and himself. Such a seed couldn’t blossom into good flowers or bear good fruits.

Clearly knowing the taboos, clearly knowing it was forbidden, he thought that seeing her just once to satisfy his longing would be enough.

To him, Charlotte Miller was an exceedingly special girl, crystal clear and able to let you see into her heart, pure without a trace of impurity. Yet, like a crystal, she maintained a cold temperature, always carrying a slight sense of distance in every interaction, making him tread lightly.

”Charlotte, what’s up?” When Jack picked up the phone, his voice was as smooth and delicate as the creamy foam floating on a cup of coffee.

Charlotte took a sip of coffee and said softly, ”Your scarf is still with me. I’ll return it to you. Where are you?”

Jack Smith could be considered a very busy man, though not because of demanding physical work or piles of documents; his busy schedule was because his time was tightly packed, leaving almost no free time.

Since she had used his scarf, she should be the one to return it. Besides, Charlotte was also making her own plans in her mind.

Charlotte lazily stretched out her legs, her ripped jeans exposing bare skin to the occasional chill in the sunlit air.

The warm, deep voice of Jack Smith came through the line, ”I’m still doing an interview at the TV station. It’ll probably finish in an hour. I can come to find you. Where are you?”

Jack Smith pondered; lately, Charlotte’s life seemed somewhat strange.

For example, yesterday, she was wandering outside for such a long time. Even he could see that a man like Atlas Hallow had a very strong possessiveness and wasn’t exactly patient. How could he allow Charlotte to be outside alone?

Yesterday was already like that, and today, Charlotte seemed exceptionally free, wandering outside alone again. Could there be some issues between the couple?

Jack was filled with questions but dared not ask.

If he had no underlying feelings, he would openly and honestly inquire about these things with Charlotte, just as a concerned friend would. But now, in his heart, there were always special feelings for Charlotte, so he found himself unable to speak.