Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow seemed to see through her thoughts; was this challenge meant to make her give up?

But anything would do, she just didn’t want to face this man all day or stay in his house and daydream.

Charlotte Miller sighed deeply, ”Okay, our agreement has been reached, when will you take me back?”

This place is as beautiful as it is, but it’s too quiet, so quiet it makes one’s heart jittery.

When mutually in love, such an environment makes people feel like they are the only ones in the world, that sense of harmony is wonderful, but now she hates being alone with him, it gives her an illusion as if they’d always be together like this.

Atlas Hallow’s lips remained unmoved, carrying a silent smile, his eyes deeply looking at her, without uttering a word.

And the day they returned was the day spring was in full bloom.

The branches began to be covered in tender green...

The car raced along the highway, Charlotte Miller looked out the window at the green trees along the greening belt, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

The green seen here is different from the forest.

In the forest, the green seems like an unrolling giant painting, with no beginning or end, never to walk out of, where the vitality of green is the protagonist.

But here the green is merely a part of the bustling world.

A little ornament amidst the traffic and pedestrians.

She had only stayed there for a few days, yet it felt like a lifetime.

Charlotte Miller realized her willpower seemed weaker compared to some people.

Humans are social animals, though there are exceptions.

She liked the bustling realm, filled with life’s fire, she liked being stained with this earthly smoke.

She loved watching the vendors frying oil sticks and pastries on the street side, loved the old lady selling tea eggs, loved the smell of soybean milk in the air, loved watching men and women passing by in vivid colors, seeing them whispering and bustling, full of joy, it makes one feel alive and thoroughly fulfilled.

Suddenly, Charlotte Miller remembered the rare beauty in the novel, the Lyra Drake dwelling in the ancient tomb.

In this world, someone could stay in the ancient tomb for over ten years, truly a character only found in novels. If she were to live alone for over ten years, she might have succumbed to depression already.

Watching Charlotte Miller looking out the window, she seemed to relax entirely.

Before returning from his cabin, every nerve in her body seemed tense, visible was a trace of paranoia in her heart.

After returning, Atlas Hallow observed all the changes in Charlotte Miller.

He finally understood what Charlotte Miller truly feared; she was someone immensely afraid of loneliness, or one might say unable to adapt to isolation.

But being afraid of loneliness and liking companionship, does it become the reason for her fickleness and complexity with Jack Smith?

Thinking of this ignited the evil fire in his heart again, he forced himself to suppress it and drove the car to the apartment he once lived in with Charlotte Miller.

”Everything as you wish, you go up first, don’t think of running away, if you dare do so, I assure you, even if you send your family to the United States, I can personally bring them back one by one.” Atlas Hallow dropped these words and drove away.

Leaving Charlotte Miller standing in place, her heart leapt heavily, even her legs felt a bit weak.

Would he really go to the United States to bring back the Miller Family? Is he just trying to scare her?

But Atlas Hallow wouldn’t scare people easily, originally relaxed, her mood was instantly a bit burdened.

After this incident, Charlotte Miller gained a very clear understanding.

He knew Charlotte Miller would weigh the pros and cons and wouldn’t leave easily unless absolutely necessary; at least for now, she would still be under his control.

Time, too, is like a painting, painting everyone’s thoughts, painting two people going in different directions.

Returning to Atlas Hallow’s apartment, Charlotte Miller got her mood in order and took a comfortable bath.

After changing into casual attire, she realized that this apartment had already been cleaned ahead of time.

Every room’s crystal vase was filled with tender roses, the bathroom stocked with her usual toiletries, her clothes moved to the closet, and many new spring styles were sent over, tags yet to be removed.