Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 163 - 111 Then where do you like the most?

Chapter 163: 111 Then where do you like the most?

A faint mint aroma, mingled with a few hints of rich alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" Charlotte asked softly.

"Just one glass, did you catch it? Then taste carefully what kind of wine it is..." Atlas gazed drunkenly at Charlotte’s rosy little face, her lips blossoming before his eyes, like the most tender flower bud.

Charlotte gently pushed Atlas away. If they kept on like this, the lavish meal prepared for tonight would go uneaten, and they might end up tangled on the sofa all night.

"I’ve prepared a roast chicken, come and taste it. It’s my first time roasting." Charlotte climbed up from Atlas’s embrace, walking with a slight sway, yet she looked utterly enchanting.

After the roasted chicken was ready in the oven, it was kept warm, she put on gloves and took it out, then placed it on a large ceramic platter.

It actually looked pretty good, a golden yellow sheen and the aroma was quite alluring.

Atlas sat down in the dining room, surprisingly looking forward to this meal.

From before, the whole Hallow Family seemed not quite like a normal family, especially after so many events happened, everything was a mess despite having the rigid rule of dining together, but after Charlotte came, he himself surprisingly broke it.

If she wasn’t happy, then they wouldn’t dine together, rules were made, naturally they could be changed.

What truly gave him a sense of stability, a feeling of home, was actually tonight.

The moment he walked through the door, he truly felt infinitely warm, the lights were on, there was the scent of food, and she was beautifully present.

"Turkeys are too big, and they look a bit strange, and I probably can’t cook them well, so I didn’t use turkey." Charlotte explained with a smile as she sliced the roast chicken with a knife.

After a couple of cuts, she realized her strength was too little, cutting was difficult, so she pushed it towards Atlas: "You do it, I like the chicken breast meat, the hardest part."

"Very smart, only liking the hard part, the hard part is the tastiest..." Atlas took the large plate, and skillfully carved the aromatic roast chicken.

Soon, a piece of roast chicken breast lay on the plate in front of Charlotte, she also added some of the salad she had mixed, then began to eat directly.

"Do you drink champagne or something else?" Charlotte worried he liked drinking, but the champagne’s alcohol content was very low, some men didn’t like it.

Atlas glanced at the bottle of champagne, it was a bottle of Cook Bang Black Diamond Champagne, Cook first released 3000 bottles of 1995 vintage Black Diamond Champagne in 2007. This champagne was produced in a small walled vineyard in Ambonnay, the soil favored by generations of Cook, known for its incomparable richness and depth, crafted entirely from Pinot Noir, thus always commanding a high price.

"This one’s not bad, quite a good choice, do you like champagne?" She mostly drank black tea, sometimes green tea, so he had Daniel Parker scour the world for the best tea leaves and stocked them in her office. If she liked champagne, he’d gather those too.

"Where is my good taste, this is Ethan’s, I didn’t have good champagne on hand, and I figured you wouldn’t like the ones from the supermarket, so I asked him to send over a bottle. Don’t be mad." Charlotte finished speaking, then leaned over to give Atlas a peck on the cheek, "From now on, you prepare the wine, I’ll roast the chicken, that sounds perfect."

Of course, he wasn’t angry, not in the slightest, when her lips gently landed on his cheek, his heart melted, how could he be angry at all.

He opened the champagne with a pop, and its aroma began to spread through the air, incredibly sweet.

Inside the slender champagne flutes, strings of beautiful bubbles swayed, the rich sweet taste made Charlotte unable to stop.

"It’s like soda, but sweeter and tastier than soda." Charlotte drank several glasses, her cheeks started to flush rosy, as if tinted with delicate water pink blush, simply captivating.

This champagne wasn’t one you couldn’t get drunk on, but Atlas wanted to see her intoxicated, the most enticing was that such champagne could get you drunk, yet you’d not pass out completely...

"Why aren’t you drinking?" Charlotte’s head felt a bit dizzy, she pouted and queried Atlas.

This man, why was he smiling all the time, and his smile utterly annoying.

"I just enjoy watching you drink..." At most two more glasses, and this young lady would truly be drunk, drunk was good.

When drunk, could it lead to unrestrained behavior? When drunk, could it lead to reckless abandon?

The gleam in Atlas’s eyes gradually became enchanting, as his lips parted slightly, they looked irresistibly seductive.

"Have I ever told you that you’re really good-looking, everything about you looks good..." Charlotte laughed as she stood up, leaning against the table facing Atlas.

"What do you like most?" The man’s voice was as hoarse as gravel scraping over a millstone...