Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 142 - 104 I’ve already given myself to you, what more do you want?_6

Chapter 142: 104 I’ve already given myself to you, what more do you want?_6

"Look at this, the clothes are torn." Saying this to Luna Miller might not be very nice, but it is the truth, and weighing the pros and cons, this is the only way to go now.

"Why?" Atlas Hallow was a bit curious. What could have happened to tear clothes? Did the two sisters get into a fight?

Charlotte Miller bit her lip, her voice became smaller, with a tinge of annoyance and embarrassment:"The night before last... she was shocked when she found out, I..." She hesitated to continue.

So that’s what happened, Luna thought he couldn’t do it, but now realized it’s not as she imagined, and fought with this little girl over him?

"Is she asking you to give up the position of Mrs. Hallow?" Atlas pulled Charlotte tightly into his arms, his dark gaze falling on her clear and delicate face.

If she dared, he would certainly have to properly discipline her.

"Not really, it’s just that I don’t know what might happen in the future, Atlas, could you help me send Luna away to live with my parents in the United States where she can live well? Her temperament is going to cause big trouble sooner or later, and you have to promise me that no matter how she tries to borrow money from you, you can’t lend it to her anymore." Charlotte looked earnestly at Atlas: "If you lend money to her again, I truly won’t forgive you."

Sometimes lending money is a lifesaver to others, but sometimes it brings endless harm, and Luna is the latter.

With money, she would become even more arrogant.

"If Luna had married you back then, I definitely wouldn’t have had any entanglement with you, but now that I’m the one who married you, you can’t have any entanglement with her." Charlotte said this last sentence a bit heavily, but Atlas is a smart person, he understands the meaning behind her blunt words.

"I promise you." Atlas lowered his head and softly touched Charlotte’s lips, the anger in his heart seemed to dissipate little by little. She was mad at him yesterday because she had argued with her sister.

And it started with him.

Atlas intertwined his fingers with Charlotte’s, whispering softly:"I’m not a frivolous person..."

If he were, he wouldn’t have been unmoved when Luna stripped off her clothes and presented herself to him.

"But you casually married me..." Charlotte muttered softly, her eyes filled with a slight sorrow.

Atlas didn’t say anything, just held her tighter in his arms, fearing she might disappear.

Upstairs, the room was still quiet, but the kitchen downstairs was already bustling, Freya Morgon was in the living room, instructing to make a variety of dishes.

Early this morning when she came down, the servants hurriedly reported that Atlas came last night at midnight and never left.

This could be considered a good thing, Charlotte is back home, and he knows to find the Miller Family which at least proves he cares about Charlotte.

In the kitchen, there was wo tie, yellow croaker noodles, soy milk was milled, and a few golden crispy fried dough sticks were fried, and lastly, there was some western-style coffee toast. When Luna came out of her room to eat breakfast, she looked at the table filled with food and couldn’t help but coldly smile, still biased towards Charlotte, even the breakfast became so lavish upon her return.

"Luna, don’t eat yet, Atlas is upstairs in Charlotte’s room and will come down soon. It’s basic manners not to start eating when there’s a guest. Even though Atlas is Charlotte’s husband, in terms of familiarity he’s still akin to a guest."

Atlas actually came? Luna froze, what is he here for?

Did Charlotte ask him to come? Is he here to show off?

Looking at her pajamas, she hurriedly turned and went to her room upstairs, opening the wardrobe and finding a tight-fitting long dress of black emblazoned with large red roses. This kind of dress is sexy and alluring, capable of charming any man. After putting on a pair of black high heels, she walked a couple of steps and then frustratedly sat on the dressing room carpet.

Why should it matter how well she dressed? The small scars on her face couldn’t even be covered by the best foundation, all would have to wait until after her cosmetic surgery.

"Mom, good morning..." Charlotte was a bit nervous going downstairs with Atlas, awkwardly greeting with a smile.

"Hello..." Atlas stood behind Charlotte, his lips slightly curved in a greeting.

"Finish breakfast quickly and head to work; traffic will start backing up soon." Freya didn’t ask why Atlas came last night, elegantly stood up, adjusted her cashmere shawl, and led them into the dining room.

The aroma of food wafted through the air; Charlotte’s eyes brightened seeing the yellow croaker noodles, she hadn’t eaten it in a long time, it was evidently freshly made.

"Charlotte, this was specially made for you, with extra snow vegetables," Freya smiled at Charlotte, seeing the greedy look on her daughter’s face, truly joyful.

"Mm..." Charlotte didn’t reply, just nodded, her mouth full of snow vegetables and noodles.

"Atlas, will you have noodles or something else?" Freya naturally called him Atlas, he was her son-in-law after all, calling him Mr. Hallow would be inappropriate, and using his full name felt too stiff.

"I’ll have what Charlotte’s having, thank you." Only in front of Charlotte was a bowl of yellow croaker noodles, evidently what she favored and would definitely have for breakfast.

"Not troublesome at all, Charlotte likes some San Francisco dishes like me, we have a very authentic San Francisco chef at home; you should try it." Freya mentioned liking San Francisco dishes as she sipped her coffee.

Atlas inwardly smiled; she doesn’t specifically like San Francisco food, this young girl likes anything that tastes good.

Breakfast went peacefully, when Atlas drove off with Charlotte, Luna stood by the window, drawing back the curtains, watching the black car dive like a deep-sea fish onto the highway, as it vanished from sight, a flame ignited within her heart; once she completes her cosmetic surgery, she’s determined to reclaim everything...

"Sending Luna abroad is easy, just freeze all her bank cards, and she’ll naturally listen to you." Atlas casually said as he held the steering wheel with one hand and Charlotte’s small hand with the other, as if it were a simple task.

"Sounds easy, how do I freeze them?" Charlotte pouted, it’s not that simple; she didn’t own the bank.

"Leave it to me, so how will you thank me?" Atlas squeezed her hand tighter, his voice rising in the sealed car, enticing her.

"I’ve already given myself to you, what more do you want?"

"Not enough, what I want is..."