Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game
Chapter 164 - 112 The things she likes

Chapter 164: 112 The things she likes

Seemingly drunk yet not, she was especially enticing.

Her long, soft nightgown clung to her body; purity and allure are inherently the most contradictory of things, but when she let her black hair fall naturally and looked at him with a hazy smile, they were expressed to the extreme.

The black long hair framing her cheeks, highlighting her delicate face, and those crystal-clear eyes like black diamonds exuded purity so alluring, one couldn’t help but feel a desire both to cherish and destroy.

Never before had feelings stirred, but once they did, there was no stopping them.

He sipped champagne, and met Charlotte Miller’s gaze, listening to her slightly tipsy coquetry: "Everywhere looks so good... every place..."

Feeling almost unable to stand, Charlotte swayed slightly, and then tiptoed to steady herself more, but ended up falling entirely into Atlas Hallow’s embrace: "I feel a bit dizzy, can you get me some honey water to drink?"

This little girl, she actually knew she was a bit drunk?

Atlas laughed deeply, the chuckle resonating from his broad chest, vibrating her eardrums.

"This is your Christmas gift." Atlas had no intention of letting her sober up, for her drunken self was what enchanted him the most; her voice was alluringly captivating, practically dripping with sweetness, perhaps Charlotte was unaware she had this side to her.

Like a magician, he pulled out the velvet box and presented it in front of Charlotte.

"Really? A gift?" Charlotte looked at the exquisite gift box before her, eyes sparkling with excitement; truly, in the heart of every woman lurks a child, who becomes elated upon seeing such beautifully packaged gifts.

Receiving the gift, she untied the golden lace; indeed the thrill stemmed not merely from the gift itself but the entire process of unwrapping it, that kind of anticipatory feeling until finally seeing the gift was like popcorn starting to pop one by one.

She held onto her gift as she unwrapped it, while he held onto her tightly, knowing she was the best gift received in the past thirty years.

As the red velvet box opened, the diamond Christmas tree’s brilliance almost stung her eyes.

"Do you like it?" Atlas wrapped his long arms around her waist, whispering softly.

"What woman could refuse diamonds, why would I be an exception?" The Christmas tree sat on the dining table, and she leaned into his arms watching, the chandelier lights reflecting on the diamonds, casting shimmering rays that could make a woman’s heart race.

"How does the feeling of women liking diamonds?" Atlas’s hand stroked Charlotte’s slender, soft waist, his breathing filled with greed.

"It brings a sense of visual satisfaction." The diamond’s sparkle offers women boundless pleasure, even making their eyes light up.

"And what about what I give you then?" Atlas seemed to harbor jealousy toward that diamond Christmas tree.

"Sensory joy surpasses all, but Atlas, you give too much, I might not be able to handle it, and if you make my desires too grand, what will I do when you grow old?" Charlotte playfully bit his angular, dignified chin and giggled.

"Even when I’m old, I can still handle you..." Atlas lifted Charlotte up, this little girl dared to speak to him this way, he must let her know his prowess.

Charlotte slept until the next afternoon before getting up, by the time she awoke, Atlas was already gone, or rather, he had yet to return.

The sunset outside was lovely, rarely so goldenly enticing.

She felt weak all over, slightly sore yet not harboring the usual reluctance, perhaps both had gradually given their hearts, willingly surrendering their bodies.

The fusion from soul to body was joyous, a feeling indescribable...

Leaving the room, she drank a glass of warm water; there were still leftovers from yesterday on the dining table, she drank the water and picked up a piece of gingerbread to eat.

Exhausted from exerting so much energy, her stomach was ravenous nearly to the point of devouring a cow.

After eating a few bites, she suddenly paused.

She remembered something, something somewhat unspeakable.

Yesterday, Atlas hadn’t taken any precautions at all; it’s certain he did it intentionally because he never forgot to take precautions before.

On this point, she was quite touched; at least this man took what he wanted from her without leaving her to bear the consequences, knowing that emergency pills are harmful to the body, these things were never a concern for her, yet yesterday he didn’t take precautions, not even once.