Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

In the rearview mirror, the woman curled up in the backseat appeared to be sleeping like a child, but somehow she seemed to feel insecure or something. Her fair fingers tightly clutched the suit she was wearing, and her long eyelashes gently trembled now and then, showing nervousness, caution, a touch of helplessness, and a sense of wandering...

This repeatedly tugged at Atlas Hallow’s heart in pain. Why is this fickle woman like this?

She had clearly promised to spend a lifetime with him; why suddenly did she no longer want to?

Could it be, as Charlotte Miller said, she is naturally flirtatious and will never settle down in her life, and will she truly marry another man?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he ruthlessly tore it apart. He would never allow Charlotte Miller to marry another man; it’s absolutely impossible.

”Wake up, Charlotte, wake up...”

Charlotte was caught in a long and confusing dream. In the dream, she seemed to have entered a dark swamp and lost her way, unable to escape. Just when she felt desperate, someone patted her face to awaken her. Charlotte abruptly opened her eyes, Atlas Hallow’s handsome face was so close, his thick eyelashes brushed against her forehead, tickling her a bit.

Even though the relationship was so intimate, given everything that had happened, Charlotte no longer liked being so close to him. Her body shrank backward slightly, then she raised her eyes to look around.

This was a well-known restaurant in the city, renowned for being sufficiently expensive...

How long had it been since she last went out to eat with Atlas Hallow?

It seemed like an eternity, but now dining felt flavorless, didn’t it?

Looking at his face truly sickens her, especially after what he did today.

The restaurant wasn’t very big, but upstairs was quite a surprise, with each private room’s entrance hung with numbered plaques.

The attendant led them into a private room, and the manager had personally come up.

Unexpectedly, it was a female manager, her black suit wrapping a fiery figure, adorned with a badge that read Clove.

Is that the name of the female manager? Yet Charlotte merely glanced and paid little attention.

”What would President Hallow like to eat today? Or the usual, I’ll arrange it for you?” The female manager seemed very familiar, pouring red date tea for both Atlas Hallow and Charlotte.

The tea emitted a faint fragrance, making Charlotte feel comfortable, so she drank the entire cup.

”If you like it, have some more. It’s spring water transported from the outskirts every day, so it’s particularly nourishing,” the female manager said with a smile, refilling Charlotte’s cup. The tea color in the white porcelain cup was as subtly alluring as amber.

The words were polite, but Charlotte couldn’t help but feel the woman was mocking her for being a bumpkin who hadn’t tasted good water.

If this had been in the past when she and Atlas Hallow weren’t like this, she might have retorted she was Mrs. Hallow, not this young lady, but now she had no interest at all.

”This is my wife.” She didn’t say it, but Atlas Hallow spoke first.

”So it’s Mrs. Hallow, my apologies, what would you like to eat? I’m treating today.” The female manager smiled even more brightly, then handed the menu to Charlotte.

So talkative, Charlotte muttered inwardly, tossing the menu onto Atlas Hallow.

She had no desire to rack her brains about what to eat. To her, whatever she ate didn’t make much difference; they all tasted the same.

In truth, what you eat isn’t important; the most important thing is whom you’re eating with.

The female manager watched Charlotte’s action, startled.

Was there a woman who dared to throw things at Atlas Hallow? It was incredible, and Atlas Hallow didn’t react at all, just letting her toss the menu?

Live long enough, and you truly see everything.

”Just arrange it, please leave.” Atlas Hallow’s low voice rose in the air, and after he finished, the female manager sensibly departed the private room.

”What’s with the big anger? It’s supposed to be me who’s angry today, right?” Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte holding the cup of tea. He couldn’t understand why she was angry at him when she deceived him; what kind of riddle was this?

”You get angry, I’ll get angry, it’s unrelated...” Charlotte replied in a huff.

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