Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

In an instant, this man transformed into a brutal beast, yet a minute ago he was sitting on the sofa, a cigarette between his slender fingers. When she turned on the light, the serene night outside the window cast his shadow onto the glass, his eyes tinged with loneliness and a hint of cold. That gaze was like the raindrops slowly starting to fall outside, tapping her heart little by little.

When his cigarette was nearing its end, he exhaled a puff of smoke from his thin lips, the smoke ring flipped in the air, then disappeared. When he stood up, he had already become a completely different person.

Feeling the danger so close, feeling his gaze so murderous, Charlotte Miller stiffened and softly said, ”What did I lie to you about?”

He had just asked if Jack Smith’s concert tickets were expensive?

She had truthfully answered that they were expensive. Did she deceive him?

Or maybe, to him, a ticket worth tens of thousands wasn’t expensive, was he too wealthy so his view on money was different?

Charlotte felt so innocent.

What did she lie to him about, how did he have the audacity to claim that she deceived him?

From the start, it was he who lied, how could he be the first to accuse others?

Thinking of this, Charlotte felt a fury about to explode within her, yet she still tried hard to suppress it.

She raised her eyes to look at him, this man so close to her, his face cold, thin lips almost pressed into a straight line, his chin arrogantly taut. As Charlotte stared at Atlas Hallow, there was indeed a hint of provocation in her gaze.

The light cast on his formidable body, this man even when furious carried an alluring temptation, the shirt unable to contain the solid and smooth muscle lines of his upper body, even his breath declared the power belonging to a man. But previously all that was attractive, had now become the most dangerous existence.

”A ticket costing tens of thousands isn’t expensive? Did I deceive you?” Charlotte bit her lip, feeling a bit uneasy under his gaze, she mumbled softly. She felt spending tens of thousands to attend a concert was indeed absurdly expensive.

Atlas Hallow’s fingers pinched her chin, the slightly calloused pads brushing over her delicate skin, causing a very slight sting. His gaze parallel to hers, he coldly said, ”How would you know whether it’s expensive or not, is it you who bought the ticket?”

It was really unreasonable, this was the first time Charlotte discovered that Atlas Hallow could be like this.

Charlotte said loudly, ”What you asked just now was whether the concert ticket was expensive? Not whether I bought it, right? I just told you, the ticket is very expensive, because indeed it is very expensive, but I didn’t say I bought this ticket, it was Jack Smith who gave them, he gave a total of two tickets. I thought you wouldn’t be interested in such a concert, so I went by myself.” Charlotte furiously pulled out those two tickets from her pocket and threw them at Atlas Hallow’s face.

”Are you playing word games with me?” The man in rage seemed to have his rationality slowly disappearing. When his face was ashen, gloom began to creep into every corner of the bedroom.

”It’s your thoughts that are too complicated.” Charlotte wanted to break free, but she couldn’t break away from his restraint. When he forcefully pinched her chin, she could almost feel her jawbone about to be crushed by him.

”Then how should I think in order not to be complicated, huh?” Atlas Hallow’s lips almost pressed against Charlotte’s, his breath spread over her lips, no longer the usual tenderness, now icy with a bloodthirsty chill.

Emotion is originally like this, it’s either love the most or hate the most.

The loving part is hate, at this moment, Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte’s charming face, truly wishing he could strangle her.

She just blatantly accepted something given by another man, even if it was just two concert tickets, his entire heart felt so clogged it seemed about to explode at any moment.

”You could have asked me directly if the concert tickets were given by Jack Smith.” Just a simple question, did it have to become so complicated?

Whether they were given by Jack Smith, it no longer mattered.

”From now on, you’re not allowed to meet Jack Smith anymore.” Atlas Hallow said coldly, his voice carrying an irresistible command.

Ever since knowing Atlas Hallow deceived her, Charlotte subconsciously always wanted to resist whatever he said, she just wanted to do the opposite.