Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 256 - 161 Losing to her feels like I’m losing willingly_4

So, she was gambling with herself, for the last time, hoping she could win. She had staked all her luck on it, wishing she could succeed this time.

Charlotte Miller had never longed for something so much. She hoped Atlas Hallow would walk over with a smile, pat her head, and say, "Charlotte, I was just kidding with you, why are you so scared?"

But would he? No, he wouldn’t, because he was Atlas Hallow. He was a master negotiator, a businessman who left nothing unconsumed. He forced her into the most desperate abyss, waiting for her to crawl to him, begging and agreeing to all his terms.

To hell with that, she wasn’t going to agree to him.

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone in the conference room had stopped speaking, their heads lowered, not daring to take another glance. The scene was eerily strange, as if even one more look would make their eyes plucked out.

Atlas Hallow stood up and walked toward Charlotte Miller. As he turned to leave, he coldly threw out a sentence, "That’s it for today."

He walked toward her, his steps getting closer and closer.

Charlotte’s breathing became more rapid. He strode up to her, wrapped her delicate waist in his arms, and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

This was sheer hypocrisy, asking her what’s wrong at this moment? Did he need her to explain everything that happened in the morning?

Charlotte lifted her eyes to look at Atlas Hallow. A tear slipped down her jade-like cheek.

Atlas saw the tear fall from Charlotte’s eye, looking somewhat irritated, and his grip around her slender waist tightened a bit as he led her towards the office.

He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. He never had the habit of explaining himself to women. In fact, he didn’t really have much experience engaging with women. The indulgences of his youth were long gone.

"Why?" Charlotte asked deliberately, word by word, the office door shut with only the two of them inside.

She wanted to ask why he was pushing her into such a situation, leaving his wife in such an embarrassing position. Would he really be happier like that?

Atlas stared intently into Charlotte’s eyes. His reasons were firm and strong, "Because your life needs to be arranged by me, Charlotte, you’re too young. You don’t know what kind of life is better for you."

Charlotte looked back at him, hearing his words. Her tear-stained face suddenly broke into a bleak smile.

"You don’t know how I should live. What do you want me to become? If I turned into the conventional virtuous wife and good mother, that would be the true misfortune. I don’t need such a life. You don’t even understand me as Ethan does. He’s right, I’m like a bird that loves to fly. Every feather of mine needs to be drenched in the sunlight of freedom," Charlotte said unflinchingly, always knowing what kind of life she needed to live.

Atlas lowered his face, dangerously narrowing his eyes—what was so good about Ethan Baird?

He didn’t like how Charlotte always mentioned Ethan with such expressions, as if that was her real family.

"Don’t think that just because his brother is Oliver Baird, I wouldn’t dare touch him. If he continues to tempt you, I’ll uproot even his brother," Atlas said harshly. He hated any man having contact with Charlotte, hated any man imparting ideas of freedom to her. She was his, and every feather of hers should be engraved with the name of Atlas Hallow.

"You bastard..." The air trembled faintly with anger, and Charlotte harshly pushed Atlas Hallow, but his tall and imposing figure was something she couldn’t move.

Tears fell like raindrops, turned into small, crystalline ice flowers shattering on her wine-red coat.

Atlas’s just and handsome face showed an extremely unpleasant expression, with a trace of pain and anger flashing deep in his eyes. His hands on Charlotte’s shoulders slowly tightened their grip. "I can be a bastard, but you can’t be one. Do you want to see Luna Miller unable to even afford painkillers and then slowly wasting away?"

The gentlest lover in front of her had become the most cruel and terrifying enemy. Atlas Hallow, towering over, looked down at Charlotte’s pale little face, a surge of pity and reluctance rising in his heart. But he had to let Charlotte know that she couldn’t do anything behind his back. It wasn’t just that Charlotte went out to work that he was angry about, but that she secretly made decisions without him.