Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Now she had water to drink, but she didn’t know when Atlas Hallow would appear, or if he would wait until she was dead before coming out to bury her.

If he had really felt anything for her, how could he leave her here all alone?

Charlotte Miller’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her gaze fixated on the window, searching for the traces of birds flying through the forest.

She merely wanted to prove she was still alive in this world, for everything around her was stagnant—the forest outside, everything—and only the occasional bird cutting through the sky proved that time was still flowing.

Suddenly, a different sound came from outside, a rumbling that grew closer and closer...

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat, and she listened intently with her ears. There really were some different sounds.

He ran, ran to the window to take a look, and that helicopter was slowly descending from low altitude, finally landing steadily on the helipad outside the cabin.

He came?

It truly was him. When the helicopter door opened, Atlas Hallow’s tall and upright figure appeared once again in this forest.

The forest was vast, with towering trees behind him, some almost reaching to the clouds, yet when Atlas Hallow appeared, these all became mere background, his strong presence so powerful that even this boundless forest couldn’t shake it.

The distance between the two people was very far, Atlas Hallow instinctively glanced at the window, at the same time Charlotte Miller looked in his direction.

Even separated by distance, their gazes seemed to gently collide in the tranquil air, and then returned to silence, silence that seemed like one could only hear one’s own heartbeat.

Once Charlotte thought what mutual liking between two people felt like? It was actually very simple, it was when both their heartbeats were at the same frequency, and breathing was the same.

But now, she could only feel her somewhat erratic heartbeat, unable to sense the strong and forceful heartbeat of Atlas Hallow anymore.

He walked step by step, gradually pushing towards the cabin, his movements stirring a cold air current that froze everything around.

When the footsteps landed, Charlotte Miller heard them clearly, each one seemed to stomp on her heart.

She didn’t know when this man’s layer of disguised noble elegance had been stripped away, now as he approached, he was like a fierce Beast wanting to flay her and tear her apart.

Charlotte’s gaze landed on Atlas Hallow’s hands, which seemed to be holding a large bag of something.

Could these be food?

Charlotte thought about this, and her nose felt a twinge.

What a humble feeling, she hoped to survive and eat, but she hoped what she would eat wasn’t handed from this man’s hands.

How many poems and songs in ancient times celebrated women’s chastity and integrity, but Charlotte was thinking, if he came with food again in two days, asking to exchange it for a night’s pleasure, maybe she would agree.

After all, she wanted to live, she hadn’t reached the point of dying for a cause.

She wished to leave Atlas Hallow alive, then return to the United States, to her parents, and more importantly, to one day stand at the same height as him and tell Atlas Hallow how well she’s doing.

But those foods tempted her weakened will.

How ridiculous, was she going to become the most cheap woman?

Atlas Hallow had arrived, he wouldn’t let her starve to death.

But what if he proposed terms?

Atlas Hallow was a businessman and a master negotiator; it was impossible for him to give her these foods for free.

She didn’t know what Atlas Hallow would ultimately ask for, but given her impression of his Beast-like nature, she thought it very likely Atlas Hallow would use these foods to trade for physical pleasure.

How could she negotiate to win more favorable terms, even if she has lost, at least lose with some dignity?

While her mind was in a tangled mess, Atlas Hallow had already reached the wooden door, his distinctive musk began to spread...

When he unlocked the door and stepped into the house, Charlotte Miller still stood by the window.

Her body felt light, like a leaf ready to be blown away by the wind.

This feeling made Atlas Hallow’s heart twinge painfully, he went over, grabbed Charlotte’s arm with his large hand, pulling her back, dragging her to the couch, and then with a push, Charlotte fell softly onto the sofa like a kite with a broken string.