Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 119 - 101 He actually knew nothing at all

Chapter 119: 101 He actually knew nothing at all

If I stay any longer, it’ll be dangerous. I might really not be able to leave. His presence radiates heat, filling every corner of the room, every gap seems fully occupied.

Charlotte Miller turned and wrapped her arm around Atlas Hallow’s neck, whispering softly: "I really have something to do, I can’t just let Mommy think I’ve forgotten her instructions just because I’m married, right?"

Being coquettish has never been her forte, so even she felt awkward doing it.

Perhaps there’s an inherent difference in perception between men and women.

What she found awkward, Atlas Hallow seemed to find incredibly enticing, like he couldn’t resist.

Beneath him, she lowered her gaze, her long lashes trembling.

She still gets shy; even in the most intimate moments, she cannot make eye contact with him when they are this close together.

Her delicate, snow-white face, her lips parted slightly, releasing words with a breath full of softness and allure, gradually drawing his soul out from his body, scattering it around the space encompassing her...

"How will you make it up to me?" Her small hand encircled his shoulder with a touch of sweet burden, making him unwilling to refuse any of her requests.

"At your disposal." Charlotte’s voice remained gentle and slow, yet those four words hit Atlas Hallow like a speeding bullet, striking his heart and releasing a dazzling shockwave of red.

"You have one second, hurry and leave..." His voice was already raspy to the extreme, and with a sliver of rationality left, he made a conscious effort to let her go; it was rare for her to plead with him this way, truly hard to deny.

"You have one second to disappear from my sight, or you’re not leaving today." As his grip loosened, the stunned look in Charlotte’s eyes was like a still movie frame, and in the next second, Charlotte bolted away like a rabbit.

A deep laughter sounded behind her, did she truly believe him when he said ’one second’?

If given more time, he might actually lose control.

The influence a woman can have on him, how great can it be? He’s never experienced it. What he knows for certain is that no woman has ever impacted him until Charlotte appeared.

The next time she pleads with him in a soft voice, will he even allow her to hold his fate in her hands?

The bedroom is filled with her scent, the fragrance of roses that can slip into his breath.

Today she’s going to the police station for mediation, so she wore a black turtleneck top, a black trench coat, and didn’t dare put on even light makeup for fear of upsetting the other driver’s family.

Even if she’s hit a couple of times today, Charlotte feels it’s something she deserves and doesn’t plan to fight back. She’s already mentally prepared that if the other party asks for any compensation, she’s willing to pay it; this is a debt the Miller Family owes and cannot shirk.

"You take a good rest, I’m heading out now." Picking up her small purse, she said goodbye to Atlas Hallow, but he got up and walked to her, his thin lips landing on her forehead: "Call me if anything happens."

Atlas Hallow was unaware Luna Miller was in a car accident, perhaps distracted by Hailey Hill’s attempted suicide yesterday, or maybe Charlotte’s calm demeanor made him unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

When she exited the apartment, the Miller family’s driver was already waiting outside the complex. She got into the car, her small face showing a trace of nervousness and anxiety: "To XX precinct, please."

The car was moving along the highway, and for the first time, Charlotte truly faced the burden she carried. Luna’s temper, even after the accident, probably hasn’t changed; her mother, such an elegant and quiet woman, shouldn’t have to endure this, while her father, a scholar, despite his love for his daughter, in the ruthless business world, would end up being consumed until nothing remains. Some things she dislikes, but has no choice but to do — it’s her responsibility.

The first twenty years, she lived carefree, enjoying the life she wanted, studying everything she was interested in deeply. But now she has to brace herself.

She needs to send her parents away because just after stepping out of the bedroom, she saw Atlas Hallow’s discarded clothes on the floor with a faint smell of disinfectant, a sign he spent the night at the hospital.

If there is going to be a war, it shouldn’t involve her parents.

They are her vulnerable spots, so she must ensure her deepest emotions are sent to the safest place. She plans to send her parents to the United States.