Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 265 - 163 I’ll teach you a method_3

This is what Ella Johnson is afraid of. She knows that on the surface, Atlas Hallow appears to be a mature businessman, but when he truly gets ruthless, he will definitely do many unexpected things, or the consequences will truly be beyond what they can imagine.

Ava Walker, however, shook her head as if she was possessed, "No... you don’t understand, I’ve loved him for so many years, waited for him for so many years. If I have to watch him happily live with another woman, then I might as well die, do you understand? If I can’t make this happen, I will die." As Ava thought about the terrifying harm that could befall Charlotte Miller and Hailey Hill, she trembled with uncontrollable excitement.

It seemed that hurting all the women around Atlas Hallow was her only purpose in life.

Only by hurting them could she find the joy to continue living.

"Ava, let me teach you a way..." Ella Johnson still sat there, holding a cold cup of tea, sipping it one mouthful at a time. The cold tea slid down her esophagus toward her heart, cooling her heart that was already not warm, making it colder and devoid of any warmth...

Naomi Walker walked over, and Ella Johnson slowly spoke with her. Naomi’s face gradually showed a sinister smile, growing deeper and fiercer, like a bright yet terrifying flesh-eating flower blooming in the abyss of sin.

It was already bright outside, yet the burning large fireplace hadn’t stopped. Stepping barefoot on the soft, thick carpet, listening to the crackling of the firewood burning seemed incredibly cozy.

Last night, at some unknown time, the butler had already cleared away the food and dishes that had been brought in, even tidied up the scattered dress shirts, trousers, and her cashmere pants and undergarments. Thinking about it made Charlotte Miller a bit embarrassed.

When she got up, there seemed to be his lingering warmth in the bed; he should not have gotten up long before her.

Standing by the window and looking out, she saw Atlas Hallow already jogging in the garden, thinking of his muscular build truly was the result of long-term exercise; no man can maintain perfect musculature without consistent workouts.

Atlas Hallow could be considered a very self-disciplined man.

Charlotte Miller sat back on the couch, her legs feeling a bit weak, not wanting to stand there, and if he saw her standing by the window watching him, who knows how smug he’d get.

About twenty minutes later, he had finished his run and returned.

The musk scent on him was stronger than usual.

When he was about to come closer, Charlotte Miller laughed lightly and pointed to the direction of the bathroom. The man was all sweaty; how could he not think of taking a quick shower first? Sticky and uncomfortable.

Atlas Hallow shrugged, acted obediently, and entered the bathroom, took a quick shower, and when he came out, he saw Charlotte still curled up on the couch, and the butler had already brought up their breakfast.

Various Chinese small delicacies and a pot of stewed bird’s nest, which the butler said was specially instructed by the mistress of the house.

Watching Atlas come over, Charlotte shifted a bit to make room for him next to her, but her body was embraced by Atlas, his big hands slowly moving from her shoulders to her waist, then he kissed her cheek lightly, "How was last night? All good?"

Charlotte’s face instantly turned red.

She didn’t say anything, just nodded gently, then picked up the bowl of bird’s nest and took a few sips. Because she liked to have the fireplace going, her lips were a bit dry, but after drinking the bird’s nest, she felt much better.

Then she pointed to the food on the table, speaking softly, "Why aren’t you eating? Aren’t you hungry?"

Atlas smiled and squeezed onto the wide couch with her, her back pressing against his chest. Without any clothes on, the warmth from his solid muscles felt reassuring.

"Feeling sorry for me?" Atlas looked at Charlotte, who seemed even more petite in his arms, as if afraid she would fly away, he held her tighter.

Charlotte, feeling a bit awkward due to the intimate actions between them, struggled a bit but didn’t dare to move too much.

Atlas tightened his grip, his handsome face nestled between her neck and shoulder, his voice rich and smooth like aged wine, "Charlotte, promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don’t leave me."

Charlotte’s body stiffened for a moment; why did he suddenly say this?

She shook her head gently, biting her lip, and said, "If you promise not to hurt me, why would I leave you?"

Atlas’s smile deepened, "How could I hurt you?"

She really was a naive little girl, with hardly enough time to cherish, much less hurt. Every closer encounter with her seemed only to ignite a fiercer passion and a deeper yearning in him.

He never wanted to leave her, imagining being with her and wishing such moments could last forever, but Atlas always felt a vague unease, not knowing where this uncertainty came from or when it started, which is why he just said that earlier.

The air grew quiet, his broad chest firm, while she nestled against him like a small animal, allowing his arms to tightly encircle her, the distinct and pleasant musk on the man felt like a spell seeping into her breath, as if even the heat from the fireplace carried this enchanting scent.

The outdoor light seeping through the delicate curtains only accentuated his silhouette, making it even more profound and mysterious.

"But... don’t..." Charlotte started stammering again, not knowing how to push him away.

Once this thought emerged, she felt herself go limp.

"Butler Kent, should we go in and clean up?" Two servants outside quietly asked him if it was appropriate to enter since breakfast had been served over an hour ago without any movement inside.

"Just now, the second young mistress threw a tantrum in the room; she said she wanted to see the second lady." Another servant continued to whisper, outside the young master’s room, nobody dared to speak loudly.

"Just pretend you didn’t hear that. Is this something a servant should ask? See the second lady, does Ava want her to plead on her behalf? Doesn’t she know that the second lady was called into the study by the master yesterday to be scolded? How can she protect herself, let alone protect her? It’s just a fool’s dream."

"Understood." The servant lowered his head, not daring to say anything further.

Butler Kent glanced at his wristwatch; breakfast had been in there for an hour and a half; they must have finished eating by now?

So he knocked lightly on the door...

The door didn’t open immediately, but a low voice was heard from inside.

"What happened to the young mistress? Did she fall?" Someone from outside asked nervously, then seeing the butler’s face, retracted the hand that was about to push the door open.