Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Three individuals stood at the airport, resembling a paused painting.

Possibly because of their attractiveness, passersby stopped to look more closely, some even glancing around to see if there were cameras filming.

But when Atlas Hallow’s cold stare swept over the crowd, no one dared to linger longer.

After all, while they were easy on the eyes, the moment that man in black’s dark gaze passed over them, an overwhelming aura of menace, tinged with a sense of bloodthirstiness, rushed towards them.

Those standing closer couldn’t help but feel a shiver up their spine.

”Charlotte, come here...” Atlas Hallow’s voice rose amid the airport’s air, deep and resonant, overshadowing all the surrounding noise, his voice seeming to swirl all the air currents, wishing to trap her within.

Those hands were like vices, gripping him, hypnotic as he stared at Charlotte.

Charlotte felt as though her being was squeezed by invisible hands, almost suffocating.

”She won’t go back with you, anything you have, deal with me.” Ethan Baird extended his hand, grasping Atlas Hallow’s wrist, attempting to pull Atlas’ hand away from Charlotte’s arm, but his tugging resulted in her brows furrowing intensely.

Their tug-of-war pained Charlotte, leading Ethan to immediately release his grip.

Yet as he looked at Atlas Hallow, the hostility in his eyes was on full display.

Let go because he feared she was hurt? Such tactics were laughably naive, fit only to deceive teenage girls. What’s the use of consideration? He was considerate to this woman too, yet she fed his considerate heart to the dogs.

She dared to trick him into thinking she didn’t know when Ethan Baird would return; surely, on the day they spoke on the phone, they had already decided on Ethan’s return date, which was why she obediently waited a month just for today.

Since yesterday, Charlotte must have felt unsettled, probably for this very reason.

”Ethan and I have things to handle.” Charlotte hadn’t discussed all recent events with Ethan Baird thoroughly nor set a plan, so she dared not openly oppose Atlas Hallow.

”Things? You can’t tell me in front of my face, can you?” Atlas Hallow noticed Charlotte’s evasive gaze, instantly recognizing her guilt, realizing he’d indeed softened, allowing her to entertain thoughts of escape.

”No.” Ethan’s patience was wearing thin. What was Atlas Hallow’s problem?

Divorced means living their separate lives. What does this qualify as?

”Between her and me, it’s not your place to say anything.” Atlas Hallow spat out these ice-cold words with his sharp lips, a statement that sent a shiver through Charlotte.

She gently raised her eyes, meeting Atlas Hallow’s gaze, her clear, sweet voice slowly resonating: ”Between us, there is nothing anymore. Having known each other, let’s end it this way. Airports are places for farewells; allow us to say goodbye here...”

These words surged with tension, burrowing into Atlas Hallow’s ears, reverberating with painful shock.

When Charlotte uttered these words, they carried mountain-moving sorrow and grievance. What, in the end, did he want?

Setting everything aside, at the start she believed he held some affection for her, yet now these feelings had vanished, because reality was far too cruel.

”What’s this? Charlotte’s said so, do you truly intend to fight me here?” Ethan Baird’s fists slowly clenched, his anger barely suppressed.

But he looked at Charlotte, his gentle smile remaining warm: ”I’m here for everything, Charlotte.”

A shimmer of tears surfaced in Charlotte’s eyes. She extended her hand and gradually pulled away from Atlas Hallow, softly saying: ”Goodbye...”

Yes, goodbye.

They would always meet again, and it wouldn’t be long now.

At this moment, Atlas Hallow slowly released his grip.

This man could truly let go?

Charlotte’s heart grew increasingly chaotic, her fear mounting that Atlas Hallow and Ethan Baird might fight at the airport, causing a large disturbance.

Thus, taking advantage of Atlas Hallow loosening his grip, she hurriedly pulled onto Ethan Baird’s arm, hastily leaving.

Atlas Hallow stood within the bustling airport, yet his face carried an expression as though battered by countless blows, heart aching with despair and disappointment.

Moreover, an irrepressible fury surged over him, like waves crashing against him, wave after wave.