Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 131 - 102 Can I not care about your matter?_6

Chapter 131: 102 Can I not care about your matter?_6

They entered the elevator still holding each other.

Damn it, getting stuffed with dog food.

In the elevator, their breaths mingled, forming a unique scent.

Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller, she looked even more petite and charming in her flat shoes: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Don’t I look good?" Charlotte stood on tiptoe, made a funny face at him, and smiled mischievously.

"You look great, it’s just that..." Here at the company, he was used to seeing her in fitted suits and high heels, exuding a cold and sexy vibe. Her sudden shift to a student-like appearance caught him off guard.

"I always dressed like this in school, it’s very comfortable." Charlotte continued smiling, her words seemed to spill out like a bright and cheerful spring.

If she hadn’t returned to marry him, she probably would still be a student.

Fair skin, black hair, red lips, her youthful beauty was dazzling.

Finally unable to resist, Atlas’s lips moved closer, landing on Charlotte’s: "As long as you like it..."

She liked dressing this way, as long as she was happy, rules didn’t matter, he could change them for her.

When Charlotte directed Atlas to drive to the rib joint, he was a bit surprised.

It was a very shabby little restaurant, the tables were a bit greasy, and though the smog had cleared a bit, clearly the place didn’t have an air purifier. The small restaurant with only six or seven tables was already full.

"There’s no place, let’s go somewhere else." Atlas leaned over to Charlotte’s ear and said: "If you like ribs, I can have the hotel’s chef make them for you."

"No chef can replicate this taste. President Hallow, are you disdaining this place?" Charlotte gave Atlas a sideways glance, pouting as she muttered.

Atlas shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Tsk tsk, definitely a rich guy, you’ve probably never been to a place like this, right?" Charlotte arched an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing with amusement as she laughed, walking over to the owner grilling ribs at the entrance and started ordering food.

"Boss, two orders of ribs, two roasted buns, and two cups of sour plum juice." After giving her order, Charlotte went to the aisle, picked up a small table, set it up, then grabbed two plastic chairs and arranged them, waving to Atlas standing not far away.

"It’s normal there’s no place, it’ll get even busier later." Charlotte sat down, wiped the chair with a napkin, and then settled into her seat.

Is it really that good? Atlas couldn’t help but laugh at Charlotte’s eagerness: "How did you find this place?"

It was in an alley, cars couldn’t even enter, how did she find it?

"You can’t get mad if I tell you. A senior used to pursue me; once at a school event we were in charge of, he took me here to eat afterwards. Since then, I’ve come back often, it’s so delicious. I can eat a whole serving by myself." Charlotte gestured to show how big a serving was, leaving Atlas unsure if he should be happy or annoyed.

She wasn’t hiding anything from him, but it was just as Luna Miller said, Charlotte always attracted admirers; surely there were many pursuing her at school. That senior was probably one of them.

"How many people pursued you?" Atlas asked seriously as he sat down.

Charlotte took a sip of sour plum juice, its intense flavor mixed with a hint of licorice and mild medicinal taste was truly refreshing. She took another sip before saying contentedly: "Quite a few, received many love letters but never opened them, they’re kept in a box in my room, planning to read them when I’m old and gray, to remind myself that many liked me in my youth. Oh, and it’s not just one box, there are several."

Charlotte boasted proudly about her past suitors, reminiscing about how romantic her seniors and juniors were, handwriting letters so often that she received multiple each day.

After teasing him, she sweetened it with a compliment.

Seeing his slightly displeased expression, Charlotte laughed even more joyfully: "President Hallow, what are you worried about? They’re not as excellent as you are, nor as good-looking."

This wasn’t just flattery or praise, it was the plain truth. Atlas Hallow was indeed handsome, to the point of being outrageously attractive, and exceedingly accomplished, a successful businessman at the pinnacle of the corporate world. Everyone knew this.

While they conversed, the grilled ribs arrived. The owner, seemingly perpetually grumpy, slammed the two stainless steel trays onto the table before turning away.

Charlotte pushed one of the trays towards Atlas.

A large tray of golden, grilled ribs, accompanied by a slightly charred roasted bun; was this their dinner?

Charlotte deftly picked up a few disposable gloves, slipping them on her small hands while saying: "There definitely aren’t any knives or forks here, so just do as the locals do, President Hallow." With those words, she started munching on a large rib.

Watching her eat like a curious little cat, Atlas chuckled to himself—was it really that tasty?

He picked up the thin plastic gloves on the table, and like her, grabbed a rib. It wasn’t hard to enter her world, if she liked something, he could adapt—like eating her favorite food to experience what she was experiencing.

"Has your appetite always been this big?" Atlas hadn’t expected that tonight, Charlotte would eat almost as much as he did, finishing an entire tray of ribs on her own along with a bun.

It wasn’t almost—it was more than him.

"We’ve lived together for so long, President Hallow, don’t you know me at all? That’s not good..." Feeling quite content, Charlotte turned and tugged Atlas’s tie, saying something that sounded like a complaint but carried a coquettish tone.

"Does that mean I need to get to know you better..." With her holding onto his tie, Atlas matched her rhythm, moving in small steps.

"Better?" The phrase seemed suggestive, as Charlotte, blushing, bit her lip and tiptoed forward to whisper: "Are you saying to burn off all the calories from the ribs, buns, and sour plum juice I ate? You might get really tired."

"Not just what you ate, but also what I ate—count the calories and see if you can handle it, hmm?" Atlas’s voice was dangerous yet alluring as he wrapped his arm around her waist and quickly led her toward the car.