Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Chapter 287 - 170 Guess Her Ingenious Heart

His voice was as rich as wine, his thin lips gently kissed her forehead, a touch of alcohol scent mingling with the air. Tonight, because of the grilled meat, he drank a few glasses with his father and Flix Hallow, and the night seemed to carry a subtle intoxicating haze.

His embrace was warm and broad, his soothing touch enticing, almost making Charlotte Miller want to sink into it and never leave...

The man’s lips followed the line from her forehead, gently yet dominantly spreading to her eyelashes, eyes, the tip of her nose, and her rosy lips. Charlotte Miller pressed against his chest and whispered, "The doctor said not to be too frequent at this time, and indulgence harms the body, doesn’t it?"

Her voice was sweet and tender yet full of tension. At this moment, he knew he had to restrain himself, but not being able to fully claim her was driving him almost mad. Thankfully, it would get better after a while.

"Can’t do much but can I satisfy a little craving?" Atlas Hallow’s lips remained close to her ear as he kissed her and slipped his hand into her loose nightgown, gently stroking her smooth skin.

Charlotte Miller had no strength to resist; her body felt like butter meeting heat, almost melting into a puddle.

In the long night, she had nowhere to escape, helplessly enduring Atlas Hallow’s burning kisses. Starting from her shoulders, a fatal tingle coursed through her body, choking her breath. Since pregnancy, she found herself more sensitive; even his gentle touch seemed overwhelming.

Her fingers clutched the man’s broad shoulder, she tilted her head, momentarily speechless, with fine sweat beading on her skin, biting her lip to suppress the almost escaping moan.

The room’s air felt ablaze, with Atlas Hallow purposely stirring her senses to the limit. In intimate matters, he was an absolute master, and she had no strength to resist him. Lightly trembling, unable to stop, the pale blush of her body stirred the man further, it was intended to satiate a craving but instead, it grew ever more intense...

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Time passed quickly, and before long it was New Year. This was the most special year for Charlotte Miller.

Her parents weren’t by her side, always leaving her somewhat melancholy, but Atlas Hallow still took time to be with her, and after New Year, she could return to work at Hallow Clan, so it was bittersweet.

Luna Miller was sent to the United States. When she called her mother, she learned Luna was being well looked after, which reassured her.

When Luna Miller was sent away, she felt something special, as if she’d sent away the last vulnerability. It wasn’t liberating, rather a sense of impending storm.

Fate was a curious thing. She always felt her relationship with Atlas Hallow wasn’t straightforward. He had never told her why he married her. Could it be a vast conspiracy?

But he was the best husband, lover, boyfriend, and all the intimate feelings she could imagine came from this man. He gave her unprecedented experiences in every way possible, yet because they were too perfect, they didn’t feel real.

Atlas Hallow’s dark side was hidden deeply, unseen yet she knew he wasn’t simple. Ethan Baird warned her repeatedly before returning to America to be cautious, extremely cautious.

The hidden messages in his words weren’t because Ethan didn’t want to clarify but because he felt danger too, though unconfirmed.

Now the Baird Family encountered a major incident, so Ethan said he might be very busy after he went back, having some time unable to return. The company had a professional manager coordinating with Annie Gray to manage affairs. Charlotte Miller assured Ethan that she would handle all business matters well, even if working at Hallow Clan, actually doing tasks for her own company.

She clearly remembered the day she saw Ethan off. The words he said; he said Hailey Hill wasn’t as simple as imagined, and the relationship between Atlas Hallow and Hailey was even more complicated. But his time was limited, he had to return immediately due to the Baird Family’s issue.

He instructed her repeatedly not to contact Hailey Hill before he returned, to wait until he was back to discuss everything.

But this had been many days since then, and Charlotte Miller dared not casually call Ethan Baird, afraid he might be dealing with matters and get distracted. She could only chew over Ethan Baird’s instructions in her mind repeatedly, becoming more cautious in her actions.

Atlas Hallow noticed Charlotte Miller’s abnormality. Since the day she insisted on seeing Ethan off, she appeared somewhat dazed. He knew it wouldn’t happen for no reason; Ethan must have said something to her, but he didn’t ask further, knowing she wouldn’t say.

Moreover, it certainly wasn’t a business matter, or Charlotte wouldn’t be so preoccupied.

Was there any personal business between them?

"What are you thinking?" Atlas Hallow waved his fingers in front of Charlotte Miller’s eyes. Ever since he returned, he saw her sitting by the window daydreaming, she didn’t even notice when he came in.

Perhaps the carpet could absorb all footsteps, but she was focused in a trance.

A shadow fell suddenly over Charlotte Miller’s vision, and then the man’s breath began to layer around her, her eyes blurred briefly before she pulled up a smile, "Nothing, I was just thinking about when summer will come."

Outside was somewhat cold, the skies gloomy, inexplicably oppressive. She liked the brightness of summer.

"There’s nothing I can do about that; I haven’t yet found a way to turn time..." Atlas Hallow lowered his head, kissed Charlotte Miller’s forehead, and murmured softly.

"If you are warm enough, it will feel like summer no matter the season." Charlotte Miller’s voice was low and gentle, like a dream murmuring, she didn’t know why she blurted out this sentence.

Atlas Hallow’s heart trembled greatly, watching Charlotte’s eyes like water, holding her shoulders seriously, "What kind of warmth do you need?"

If he could give it, he wanted to give it all.

But she never told him what she needed.

Guessing heart? Guess her complex, mysterious heart?

"Atlas Hallow, can you honestly tell me what is your relationship with Hailey Hill?" Charlotte Miller’s hand gently brushed over her belly, which was slowly changing, with little Hallow inside. Her concern about Atlas’s sincerity increased.

She wouldn’t pursue his past; it wouldn’t be normal if such a man had no past. But she wanted him to honestly tell her his past: did he buy Hailey Hill’s first time in that so-called "student council"? Ethan Baird said it wasn’t, but she wanted to hear it from Atlas.

If it was only youthful indulgence, she’d feel uncomfortable but would have to accept it as his past. But if not?

Why have they maintained contact over the years? Why does Hailey Hill live in Atlas Hallow’s house?

Once his lover, giving her ample money should sever ties cleanly. But now he had her; why was there still a myriad of connections?

Because of little Hallow, she wanted to be willful for once; she’d eventually know the answer, so she wanted to know sooner without forever guessing.

"Is this very important?" Atlas Hallow’s eyes as deep as ink, rolled waves straight into her heart, and Charlotte Miller struggled to nod; she intensely wanted to know.

She couldn’t wait for Ethan Baird to tell her the answer.

"What kind of relationship makes you care for her over the years? Apart from me and the Hallow Family, she’s the only one who can reach your private phone?" Charlotte Miller bravely lifted her head, plainly confronting Atlas Hallow.

Being in constant speculation was exhausting. She hoped her emotions were clear and definitive.

She despised sharing Atlas Hallow with other women, even if she received the bigger share.

"Did you use to date, or were you lovers before?" Charlotte Miller watched Atlas Hallow’s silent demeanor and boldly voiced her doubts.

"Why would you think that?" Atlas Hallow pulled Charlotte Miller down to sit, her rose scent penetrating his breath, softening his voice.

"Why not think so? The simplest reason for a man to care for a woman is that kind of relationship." Having asked, Charlotte decided to ask all the way. She encouraged herself that Atlas Hallow wasn’t as terrifying as rumored.

Time passed so slowly like every second was a year...

Atlas Hallow’s lips curved sharply. As his lips slowly released a question, it cut through the air like a knife: "Did you investigate me?"

She and Ethan Baird were good friends; he could investigate her past, couldn’t she do the same?

Atlas Hallow watched Charlotte Miller, his gaze sweeping across her face, seemingly searching for answers there.