Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 162 - 111 Then where do you like the most?

Chapter 162: 111 Then where do you like the most?

In less than a minute, the store manager dressed in formal attire came out from the back room: "President Hallow, why did you come in person? You could have just called."

The manager instructed someone to take the Christmas tree out of the display cabinet and presented it to Atlas Hallow: "I’ll wrap it up for you now, and there’s also this Christmas bracelet as a complimentary gift. Should I wrap it up as well?" The manager took out a platinum bracelet from the counter, adorned with diamond bells, looking playful and cute.

Atlas Hallow nodded, and the store clerk already served the coffee. In such a luxury jewelry store, the coffee wouldn’t be too bad. Atlas Hallow waited for them to prepare while those outside watching the display left feeling a bit disappointed.

"Someone will actually receive such a Christmas gift..."

"Who is that girl? Getting such a gift would make her absolutely ecstatic..."

"Oh, if my boyfriend were that handsome, I would be happy even without a gift..."

The crowd slowly dispersed, and the Christmas gift he prepared for her was also wrapped up.

A deep red velvet box tied with a big gold lace bow on the outside, even the packaging exudes a strong Christmas atmosphere.

As Atlas Hallow stepped out of the shopping mall, the first snowflakes began to fall.

Is it snowing?

Could it really be a white Christmas?

Driving in the car, the box lay quietly on the passenger seat, accompanying him on the way back.

In the apartment, Charlotte Miller changed into a robe, which was loose, thin but particularly comfortable because of the floor heating throughout the apartment. Barefoot, her usually cold-feeling feet became warm, extremely comfortable.

Her cooking skills were really quite average, so preparing a roast chicken was somewhat challenging for her. She found a tutorial online and started preparing.

Christmas should involve eating turkey, but such a big one seemed a bit daunting to her. After preparing according to all the steps, she put it in the oven, and the remaining items were readily available.

She probably couldn’t be a perfect wife and mother because she wasn’t very good in the culinary arts.

Although the food was premade, the presentation could still be made pretty.

A Christmas tree stood in one corner of the room, adorned with colorful lights and beautiful bows. The aroma of roast chicken wafted from the oven. Various snacks lined the table, along with gingerbread, stemmed champagne glasses, and a bottle of champagne. Everything was perfect, except she wondered what time Atlas Hallow would return.

He mentioned before midnight; there was still some time. After preparing everything, Charlotte Miller curled up on the sofa, covered with her big shawl, ready to take a quick nap.

Todays’ happenings tired her out; her body felt sore and soft, and once she touched the sofa, she didn’t feel like moving. Coupled with the warm air flowing, she quickly fell asleep.

Upon pushing open the door, he saw everything, his heart warmed.

It really felt like home.

On the table, there was a candle holder and champagne, while she appeared to have fallen asleep.

She lay on the sofa like a curled-up little cat, inviting affection. Her small face was delicate and charming, even with the heater turned up, she still feared the cold, tightly snuggling into the large shawl, only leaving a pair of white, jade-like feet exposed on the sofa.

Atlas Hallow did not disturb her, instead, he went to the bedroom, changed into comfortable and soft loungewear, then came out, lifted her from the sofa, and placed her in his arms.

"Back so early?" Even though he was gentle, Charlotte Miller was still awakened, sleepily looking at Atlas Hallow, reaching out to touch his cool lips, a sweet smile spreading at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm..." Atlas Hallow smiled, kissed her finger.

"Efficient Mrs. Hallow, I see you’ve prepared a lot to fill me up, huh?" The table was overflowing with food, truly abundant.

"Don’t talk..." Charlotte Miller pressed her fingers against his lips; this kind of night gives a special feeling, making her heart melt little by little.

Her starry eyes half-opened, half-closed, looking at Atlas Hallow, gazing deep into his eyes: "Atlas Hallow, Merry Christmas."

After speaking, her slender arms hooked around his neck, then she leaned up and kissed Atlas Hallow’s lips.