Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

She used to understand him, but now that he’s saying these words, she really doesn’t understand.

She doesn’t get it at all. What’s wrong with Atlas Hallow?

Did she think she was just throwing a tantrum with him, and did he think she was just joking? If she needed a divorce, she should just tell him directly, but would he agree? Wasn’t it almost causing trouble some time ago?

If it weren’t for the fact that the situation between the two had been awkward for too long, Charlotte Miller really wanted to reach out and touch his forehead to see if he had a fever?

She was even beginning to doubt herself, wondering if this was a fake Atlas Hallow. The things he said, his voice, the way he spoke, it all seemed like a spell, was it just her illusion?

Charlotte bit her lip fiercely, almost crying out from the pain.

It was all real; everything he just said was real.

Atlas Hallow watched Charlotte closely, capturing every frame of expression change on her face.

When he said they could get a divorce, he even saw the incredulity in Charlotte’s eyes turn into an expression of sudden rejoicing and delight.

That radiant expression, as if she could escape from him, the Hallow Family, and the world he belonged to.

Atlas Hallow very much wanted to go up to her and teach her a hard lesson. What man could allow his woman to like a small actor and still make such a fuss about divorce?

But he held back; this woman was both clever and daring, with a touch of fearless youthful exuberance.

Handling such a woman improperly might cause chaos, and he didn’t want a drawn-out divorce; this matter could be resolved quietly.

”If you really want a divorce, there’s no need for all this hassle. I can sign the divorce papers for you, and they’ll automatically take effect three months later...”

Atlas Hallow spoke calmly, his face still showing no emotion.

He looked at the magnificent sunset, his deep voice resonating throughout the vast garden, ”If you want to move out first, that’s fine. Just have dinner with me tonight, consider it a farewell.”

Charlotte was utterly terrified.

She could hardly believe what she heard was true. Once again, she bit her lip fiercely, and the pain was intense. Twice in the same spot, it felt like it was about to break the skin.

When she spoke, her voice was somewhat excited, ”Are you serious? Is it true...?”

”Would I lie to you?” Atlas Hallow’s lips curled into a faint smile, his thick lashes hiding all the emotions in his eyes.

He continued to speak softly, ”If you really don’t like life with the Hallow Family, then forget it; you can’t force love, right?”

After Atlas Hallow finished speaking, Charlotte suddenly stood up, overwhelmed by a rush of sudden joy and happiness.

She nodded, agreeing to have dinner with him, as if everything was about to come to fruition.

Not having to go through a daunting lawsuit, not having to suffer, and resolving this matter effortlessly was certainly the best outcome.

Charlotte felt that a forced relationship was not good; that’s one reason. Another must be that it’s a crucial time for the Hallow Clan, and since Amir Hallow just got divorced not long ago, if he divorced again, it would certainly arouse speculation. Wealthy people care about their reputation; it seems they all do.

”Wait a moment, I’ll change clothes and come down for dinner.” When Charlotte left, her steps were so light that they almost seemed to fly.

Atlas Hallow watched her back, the sunset casting a golden edge around her, even her silhouette was as beautiful as an angel.

But this was a dark angel, she had no heart.

Charlotte walked briskly, suddenly feeling that layered musk scent from behind began to invade, as if a long rope was trying to bind her.

Charlotte quickened her steps, thinking that this was only an illusion, Atlas Hallow had already agreed to sign the divorce papers—this was just an illusion.

The sunset slowly faded away, accompanied by the night breeze sweeping through, blowing the blooming petals in the garden to the ground, and also onto Atlas Hallow.

Those bright petals fell on his black suit, Atlas’s slender fingers lightly reminiscing about the soft petals, rubbing them between his fingers, the delicate petals were crushed into a small spot of mushy pulp, lacking the previous moment’s shyness and beauty.

As darkness fell, the night began to envelop the earth...

Yet it was a particularly lively night, and the housekeeper was also pleased that the young madam and the young master were having dinner together, something that hadn’t happened for a long time.

The kitchen bustled up and down, preparing the dishes that Charlotte and Atlas usually liked, and made a few extra desserts.

The opened red wine shimmered with pigeon-blood ruby brilliance, the wine aroma started to emanate, and all the crystal chandeliers were lit up, the silver cutlery gleamed under the lights.

Atlas Hallow sat on the sofa in the hall, his gaze looking out the floor-to-ceiling glass, a seductive night scene unfolding...

Charlotte selected clothes in the dressing room. He said to commemorate it as the last meal before parting, so it should be a bit more formal, right?

But she couldn’t choose a bright red outfit, making it seem like she was celebrating the divorce, although she did want to celebrate.

Divorce, divorce, this word she had been saying for a long time was finally about to become a reality.

She tried hard to erase all the indescribable feelings surging within her heart.

Everything about this man is fine, but if he doesn’t love you or respect you, then none of it matters, does it?