Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The phone’s ringtone abruptly stopped in his palm.

At Luna Miller’s most vulnerable moment, the silence felt like her breath was cut off. She stared at the phone, her voice trembling like a young bird’s plaintive cry: ”Please give me...”

The word ”please” was almost never spoken by her, but now she was willing to sell everything she had just to hear her mother’s voice.

These words were music to the man’s ears.

His fingers pulled the strands of hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ear, revealing her elegant and noble swan-like neck, warmth blowing over it, then his palm opened expectantly in front of Luna Miller.

Luna Miller shivered heavily, urgently picking up her phone and dialing out.

Atlas Hallow couldn’t resist reaching out to gently stroke the back of her neck. Despite his hatred for this woman’s betrayal, his own body remained enthralled by her.

Luna Miller held the phone but dared not struggle at all, because if she dared to jump away, Atlas Hallow would surely smash the phone to pieces in the next instant. He was definitely the type to do such a thing.

With two beeps, the call connected immediately.

”Charlotte, have you had dinner?” Freya Morgon’s gentle voice traveled over the phone waves, unlike typical mothers who would anxiously ask why she hadn’t picked up the phone, Freya casually chatted as if they had never been apart, as if this was just a routine greeting.

How could she not be worried?

Luna Miller looked at the missed calls; her mother nearly called every three hours. Atlas Hallow had long calculated that her mom would call again at this time, waiting for her to plead.

”Yes, I’ve eaten. Mom, how have you been recently?” Luna Miller choked back tears that were on the brink of falling, speaking softly.

”I’ve been great, started a vegetable garden, growing some eggplants and several rows of chives, made chive dumplings yesterday.” Freya Morgon’s voice remained gentle; Luna Miller listened, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Luna Miller looked at the missed calls; her mom nearly called every three hours. Atlas Hallow had long calculated this time to wait for her plea.

”Yes, I’ve eaten. Mom, how have you been recently?” Luna Miller choked back tears that were on the brink of falling, speaking softly.

”I’ve been great, started a vegetable garden, growing some eggplants and several rows of chives, made chive dumplings yesterday.” Freya Morgon’s voice remained gentle; Luna Miller listened, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Her mother, such a woman, actually started a vegetable garden. Luna Miller longed to fly to the United States right now, to eat the chive dumplings her mother grew.

”I really want to be with Mom right now, I really want to eat chive dumplings, with some eggs in them.” Luna Miller bit her lip, trying hard to keep her voice sounding normal.

Atlas Hallow listened to Luna Miller’s words, his gaze icy cold.

Somehow, he now held a sharp blade in his hand, held between his fingers, slowly slicing open Luna Miller’s clothes on her back.

Luna Miller was startled by Atlas Hallow’s actions. While chatting with her mom, she tried to sit up.

Atlas Hallow pressed her shoulder, signaling her to stay still.

”Luna is doing a bit better; Charlotte, I miss you and want to come back to see you...” Luna is finally better, but Charlotte is still Freya Morgan’s biggest worry.

This daughter was stubborn from a young age, her exterior showed none of it.

Whatever happened, she would endure and slowly solve it herself, a trait that would surely cause her suffering.

Recently, Freya Morgan always felt uneasy, especially when she couldn’t reach her by phone these past two days, this feeling intensified.

”No...” Luna Miller blurted out.

Atlas Hallow smiled; what exactly was she saying couldn’t happen, this couldn’t happen?

Luna Miller’s whole mind was immersed in her brief conversation with her mom, as if she could draw all joy and warmth from the familial voice across the phone waves.

Suddenly Luna Miller felt a sharp pain at her scapula.

A muted ”ah...” escaped her as Freya Morgan nervously asked on the other end: ”Charlotte, what’s wrong?”

Luna Miller wanted to turn her head, but her shoulders were pressed down, and with the phone in her hand, she refrained from making too much noise.