Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Letting him out is the best option, after all, Rogers’ background is not simple, at least he won’t be intimidated by a man with a strong aura like Atlas Hallow.

Managing banks all his life, almost scared Rogers to wet himself.

Thinking that there are many patients in the U.S.A too, Rogers with his brown hair started packing his luggage happily, ready to set off.

Atlas Hallow was sitting on Charlotte Miller’s office chair, where she often sat, her resting room was locked, maybe she really fell asleep.

Annie Gray didn’t lie to him, so he didn’t wake Charlotte Miller up.

Just sitting in this office, one can feel her scent, that faint rose fragrance that he could only smell in his dreams, slowly seeped into his breath when he entered the office, until it spread through his flowing blood.

He felt as if his body was blooming with roses, sweet and fragrant...

Maybe the jet lag hasn’t fully adjusted, anyway, Charlotte didn’t sleep long before waking up again.

The room was pitch black, she turned on the light, it was already completely dark outside, and she saw that it was only a little after seven.

She had slept for about two hours, hoping she could sleep a bit more tonight.

It wasn’t entirely jet lag, in her sleep she always felt like there was a pair of mysterious eyes watching her, making her unable to sleep peacefully.

Annie prepared a nice pajama for her, at this time everyone was off work, no one was around so it didn’t matter if she didn’t want to change. High heels and skirts might look nice, but they are tiring to wear.

She picked up her phone to order some food and then work on some documents, hoping to continue her nap later.

Things are much more convenient back home, the nearest food delivery seemed to be Pizza Hut, she was considering whether to have a pizza.

If Rogers were around, he would definitely nag about the additives and sugar ratio in drinks, worrying more than her mother like an old lady.

The office light wasn’t on, barefoot with her long curly hair down and messy, she opened the door to the lounge with her phone in hand, and fumbled to the couch to turn on the light.

When her fingers reached the wall to touch the switch, they touched a hand instead.

Charlotte’s scalp tingled in fright, what’s this? Is there someone in the dark office?

Her still sleepy mind sobered up in an instant, she already knew who it was.

Because the scent was too familiar, the distinct musk started invading her breath...

She instinctively wanted to leave immediately, but Atlas Hallow was quicker, she didn’t even move a step before a large hand clutched her small hand tightly, gripping her soft hand firmly, refusing to let go.

The overwhelmingly familiar scent began to envelop her, rising cold and clear from her feet.

The man’s scorching breath swept over her like a tide...

Atlas Hallow’s thin lips pressed against her sensitive ear, a deep and husky voice penetrated her eardrum: ”You’ve returned, but you don’t want to see me, hmm?”

He held her so tightly as if he was about to crush her bones and embed them into his body.

”Can you speak properly?” Charlotte Miller gave up struggling, feeling like her hand was about to break from his grip, and the diamond ring she was wearing was painfully biting into her hand.

Atlas seemed to notice the diamond ring digging into people; with the office lights off, when he released his grip, he saw the large pink diamond on Charlotte’s fair and delicate hand, making his eyes and heart turn cold.

That diamond emitted an alluring blaze in the darkness, the shimmering light enough to make any woman scream with excitement, but to him, it was utterly annoying.

Atlas Hallow’s face darkened, then he took her small hand and removed the pink diamond ring from her finger.

”I have two of these wedding rings, originally he gifted three: a pink diamond, a pigeon blood red, and a Kashmir blue.” Charlotte freed herself from Atlas Hallow’s grasp, turned on the light, tidied her hair, and sat directly on the couch.

Her watery eyes stared at Atlas Hallow, showing no fear at all.

It was entirely different from the reunion scenario he had imagined countless times; her gaze at him was colder than that of a stranger.