Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Atlas Hallow draped the jacket over Charlotte Miller’s shoulders, then held her on his lap, wiping his hands with a wet tissue before gently reaching into her clothes, accurately finding her stomach. His large hand gently caressed it, the warmth of his palm seeming to warm her slightly chilled stomach instantly.

”Don’t drink this if your stomach feels uncomfortable, rest for a while. I’ll take you out for something else after I finish the meeting.” Concern flickered in Atlas Hallow’s eyes; she’d been quite busy recently, her already small face looking even more petite, with a pointed chin that pained him to see.

However, he couldn’t ask Charlotte Miller to stop and rest because she never wanted to be just a trophy wife. Thus, he could only let her fight in the business world like a man.

But these days were special circumstances. While she was busy, he could usually take care of her, but recently they both were overwhelmed with work. He really couldn’t find any time, and that’s no exaggeration.

”Okay, don’t overwork yourself either,” Charlotte Miller nodded, leaning against his shoulder and softly advising him.

They hoped to get through these days, that things would return to normal, or else life felt a bit like a blur.

At present, she was slightly better off than Atlas Hallow. Though she managed large sums of money daily, she could control it herself, while Atlas Hallow’s entire company operated like a massive business machine, not at all easy to manage, especially for efficient operation, which was truly brain-consuming.

His hand remained on her stomach, and gradually it became warm, no longer as uncomfortable as before. They felt like they hadn’t had these quiet, warm moments together in a long time, but good times always seemed to pass particularly easily.

After taking a couple of sips of cola, Atlas Hallow was preparing to return to the meeting room: ”You rest a bit here in the lounge, I’ll try to be quick.”

”Hmm...” Charlotte Miller put away her playful demeanor, smiled, and gently said, ”No rush.”

As Atlas Hallow strode away, Charlotte Miller held onto the suit that wrapped around her, absorbing the man’s unique scent—a faint musk mixed with a hint of tobacco, which together formed his unique signature.

Charlotte Miller got up, made herself a cup of hot black tea, and decided she no longer wanted the food on the table. She tidied up a bit, sat and watched the changing sky outside, waiting for him quietly.

She didn’t want to sleep, just sat in Atlas Hallow’s office, where every corner seemed to have his shadow. The teacup she used was the one he had used before; she wore his jacket, and his scent permeated the air every way she turned.

The meeting dragged on tediously; it was the first time Atlas Hallow had felt this way, and he found himself a bit distracted.

Strings of numbers flashed before his eyes. His keen gaze scanned over them, identifying potential threats among the data. In fact, all data is complex and can reveal certain clues when examined closely.

Occasionally glancing at his watch, Atlas Hallow noticed it was already approaching nine. Daniel Parker looked over at Atlas Hallow and then at everyone else appearing on the verge of breakdown. It seemed he would have to make a suggestion: ”President Hallow, it’s nine o’clock, and everyone has only had a few snacks. Perhaps we should adjourn for today?”

For three consecutive days, meetings had extended beyond midnight. Continuing like this today would indeed be exhausting.

And with the lady boss waiting in the boss’s office, it was natural for him to open his mouth to let everyone relax, pleasing both sides.

Atlas Hallow looked at the senior executives who were visibly worn out and nodded, saying softly, ”Dismiss. You all should work overtime tonight to find the incorrect data. I want to see accurate and complete reports tomorrow.”

After saying this, Atlas Hallow stood up. Everyone wiped the sweat from their foreheads, relieved they wouldn’t have to endure until midnight today. Going home late was still better than working anxiously here.

Once Atlas Hallow opened the door and left, his shadow disappeared. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief: ”Really have to thank Assistant Parker; if we got home any later today, even my wife would be suspicious. Who attends meetings until past midnight for three days straight?”

”You’re lucky to have a wife; my girlfriend broke up with me already. Sent three bags to reconcile over three days—seriously, these meeting costs are way too high...?”

Finally at ease, everyone joked as they took the elevator downstairs, leaving the Hallow Clan office building.

Worried Charlotte Miller might fall asleep, Atlas Hallow gently pushed open the office door, only to discover she hadn’t rested at all.

Still wearing his suit, her petite silhouette stood before the glass window. Outside, the neon lights illuminated her small face, casting colorful glows that made Atlas Hallow momentarily dazed.

So beautiful—and Charlotte Miller’s beauty was genuine, touchable, not something abstract or unreachable.

Atlas Hallow slowly walked over, and Charlotte Miller noticed him in the window reflection, a sweet smile spreading across her lips. She had thought she’d have to wait until midnight, surprised that he finished the meeting so early.

His arm encircled her from behind, with Charlotte Miller resting her head against his chest. Her sweet, gentle voice resonated in the air, ”Why? Finished early today?”

”No, continuing tomorrow.” Having her here made it impossible to calm down and finish the meeting. Atlas Hallow kissed her cheek. Though only a few days had passed, it felt like a lifetime.

”Am I interrupting your work then? Shouldn’t have come to see you,” Charlotte Miller said teasingly, her laughter infectious enough to warm Atlas Hallow’s expression, his intense black eyes filled with intoxicating humor.

”Not at all. If you hadn’t come, I might have broken down. Charlotte, I missed you...” His voice was low and magnetic, like it could infiltrate her pores, filling her completely with his presence.

”What do you want to eat?” Seeing the cleanly tidied coffee table and the snacks she had brought him thrown away, Atlas Hallow guessed she must be hungry. Feeding her became top priority.

”Let’s go to the hotel; you’ll cover the bill...” Charlotte Miller thought going to a restaurant would be too tiring. They enjoyed the presidential suite with a personal housekeeper to arrange things. Eating in the hotel room felt more comfortable.

”Let’s have some Western cuisine and open a bottle of red wine.” With fatigue setting in, a little wine would help them relax.

”Sure.” Her suggestion being excellent, Atlas Hallow immediately made arrangements over the phone.

The car drove to the hotel, and Charlotte Miller and Atlas Hallow headed to their reserved room, where their private housekeeper was already setting up.

”Good evening, Mr. Hallow and Mrs. Hallow. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.” The housekeeper bowed politely and spoke softly.

”Go ahead and take a hot shower; it’ll make you feel better,” Atlas Hallow suggested, guiding Charlotte Miller to the bathroom and helping her with the shawl.

Charlotte Miller took off her clothes, turned on the hot shower, feeling the warmth gradually dispelling all the chill. After showering, she put on a thick robe and slipped into her slippers, languidly making her way to the living room. Now, Atlas Hallow was the only one there.

He led her by the hand to the dining room, where the table was beautifully set with exquisite food, and decanted red wine glistened alluringly.

With limited time, the chef had prepared a seven-ounce top-grade beef steak with charcoal-grilled lobster, seared foie gras, and two bowls of chestnut soup with white truffle, creamy yet delicate. Freshly shaved white truffle added its unique aroma, tantalizing the senses.

”Eat some more beef; it’s more nutritious.” She easily felt cold, so eating beef and lamb was better, but she apparently disliked them, favoring seafood, which tended toward cold properties instead.

As expected, her eyes fell on the lobster, barely sparing the steak a glance.

Atlas Hallow chuckled helplessly, then helped her extract some lobster meat, squeezing a little lemon juice on it, placing it in front of her with a gentle caution: ”Just this half.”

Considering Charlotte Miller’s appetite, she could easily finish a whole lobster. Indeed, she gave him a little glance, playfully pouting, ”How stingy, is one lobster going to bankrupt you? Is the Hallow Clan going through financial strain? If you can’t, I’ll cover the bill...”

”Whether I can or can’t, let’s wait until after the meal. You’re an expert in finance; rely on evidence,” Atlas Hallow coaxed her, cutting off a small piece of pink beef and placing it at Charlotte’s lips, coaxing her to eat as much as she could.

”Hmm, let’s see if it’s you or me who can’t after I’m full...” Charlotte Miller raised an eyebrow, smiling, opening her crimson lips to bite into the piece of beef he had brought to her.