Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

For two whole days, she was drugged and then flown here. Her body was already uncomfortable, and then she had used all her strength trying to fight Atlas Hallow. After all that, she’d only had some water, and now her strength was almost depleted.

So with a light push from Atlas, she collapsed onto the sofa.

Charlotte Miller stared into his eyes, those deep, inscrutable eyes of Atlas Hallow, which hid a few strands of terrifying light, like sharp knives cutting through the air towards her...

”If giving me something to eat means I have to agree to something, then forget it, Atlas Hallow. I would rather starve to death than eat.” Charlotte blurted out these words without knowing why.

In fact, she didn’t mean it; she really wanted to eat, she wanted to maintain her strength, she wanted to walk out alive. But at the sight of Atlas Hallow’s demeanor, such words broke through her rationality and came out uncontrollably.

After saying it, Charlotte could only pretend to maintain a dignified stance, coldly smiling.

Since she had already spoken, she decided to forget the body’s reactions, follow her own thoughts, and continue to argue with him to the end!

”Do you have to provoke me?” Atlas Hallow stepped forward and aggressively grasped her sharp chin, with such force it felt as if her delicate jawbone would shatter.

The pain made her entire body tremble. She wanted to push him away but knew that she didn’t have the strength, there was no way to push him away.

Thinking about this, the two arms she had just raised hung limp at her sides like broken wings.

Staring back fearlessly into the cold glint that emitted from Atlas Hallow’s pupils, Charlotte glared back defiantly.

”Don’t you see that I’m determined to provoke you?” She really wanted to anger him, the more the better.

If Atlas Hallow were to take her to court in a grand divorce case, even if he hired all the renowned international lawyers to argue, and even if the case dragged on forever, she would accept it.

At least it would be a fair fight.

But now that he used such despicable tactics to abduct her here, exploiting the basic human will to survive, the lowest physiological needs to coerce her, it was despicable beyond cure.

He was the manipulator, controlling everything, and now he leisurely and loftily enjoyed her embarrassment, her pain, leaving her utterly devoid of dignity in front of him, which was what she utterly loathed.

Atlas Hallow suppressed the anger within his chest and released his grip.

Charlotte quickly rubbed her little chin, estimating that if he pinched a few more times, she wouldn’t need surgery to have a sharp chin.

This man’s strength was truly immense, and now, when he held her chin there was no longer any tenderness like before, only a kind of savage, unrestrained desire to harm her.

Atlas Hallow’s face returned to calm, as if nothing had happened just now, and then he stood up, opened the large bag on the table in front of Charlotte, and slowly took out the food inside.

His long fingers were distinctly jointed, and the few delicate food containers in his hands became the most beautiful things in the world.

Opening the lids, he displayed them one by one in front of Charlotte.

No delicacies from land and sea, yet these foods, at this moment, were more tempting than the finest seafood and rare finds.

In a thermos stood a very light porridge of bamboo pith and ginkgo, and then there were a few small food boxes with stuffed tofu—a Cantonese chef from the Hallow Family liked to make it, hollowing out tofu, filling it with minced fish, steaming it, and then drizzling chicken jus over it, the savory fish flavor melding into the tofu, soft and tender beyond compare. The stir-fried shrimp, brought from such a distance, still steaming hot, seemed like they could bounce up as soon as they were put in the mouth.

There was also the sweet lotus root starch osmanthus cake she liked, small, translucent pieces with tiny candied osmanthus flowers inside.

Just the simplicity of these few items had already defeated her.

She really wanted to eat...

As soon as Charlotte smelled the aroma of the food, she was caught in a struggle between mind and body.

What if he made a demand, would she agree?

If only she had a big stick in her hand now, she could knock him out and then eat.

”Even if you had a stick in your hand, you wouldn’t be able to knock me out.” Atlas Hallow watched as Charlotte’s eyes darted around, and coldly laughed, speaking expressionlessly.