Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 176 - 120 We were never really anything.

No words were left to say. Amir Hallow wondered if the troubles of the Hallow Family over the years were due to poor ancestral feng shui.

Because he couldn’t think of anything worse, he knew the Hallow Family could no longer suppress Ava Walker and her mother, and both crises had occurred at crucial moments for the entire Hallow Group.

Ava Walker was like a thorn in his flesh, unbearable until removed. The constant torment over the years — it was time to act.

Because she had meddled with Charlotte Miller. Was this woman truly so foolish as to be beyond cure?

Was she really blind to the fact that this time Atlas Hallow was truly moved?

Perhaps everyone has their own obsessions, and women, when obsessed, are even more incomprehensible.

As he awaited his wife to leap into the fiery pit, he surprisingly found himself somewhat anticipating it. The world had gone mad, so why not add one more madness?

What he wanted was to leave this place of trouble far behind.

Time is a wondrous thing. Sometimes it feels incredibly fast, unbearably long, and sometimes it feels really quick, as if it disappears in the blink of an eye.

Charlotte Miller looked at the calendar, realizing it was already the last day of the year.

A small feeling of excitement stirred, as she would be going on vacation with Atlas Hallow tonight — could this be considered a honeymoon?

Probably not. Her lips curled into a sweet smile. How wonderful it would be if time could continue like this, but she knew the sweeter the time, the harder it would be to part, perhaps bringing her closer to the answer.

She didn’t know what kind of answer awaited, but she was ready for it.

"What are you thinking about?" She stood dazedly in front of the window, not even noticing him entering.

The man’s strong body embraced her from behind, infusing her breath with his sharp, rugged masculinity.

"Thinking about you..." Yes, she was thinking about him.

"Was that a confession?" Atlas Hallow’s heart fluttered lightly, his arms around her small frame tightened, pressing their bodies seamlessly together.

The Creator is wondrous, creating women for men.

Charlotte Miller seemed crafted especially for him, beyond critique and impossible to resist.

"Do you still need a woman’s confession?" Charlotte turned to face him, merging their breaths, making the air around them sweet and sticky like honey.

When his fingers lightly touched her face, they brought a delicate, tingling sensation.

"Depends on which woman’s confession." If it was her confession, he would certainly appreciate it.

"This... doesn’t count as a confession. I was just wondering where you would take me on vacation tomorrow." Charlotte leaned against his chest, laughter rippling like water from her eyes, encircling Atlas Hallow’s waist, inhaling his scent.

She loved his scent, without knowing why, she just did.

"It’s a secret." More and more of her personality was being revealed, that little girl’s mischief and coquettishness were melting his heart.

"Tonight I..." Atlas hadn’t even finished when Charlotte, mimicking his tone, completed, "Tonight I have something to do, you rest well by yourself, I’ll be back later." She winked at Atlas Hallow and chuckled, "Is that what you were going to say? So old-fashioned, can’t you come up with something else?"

"Cheeky." Atlas hugged Charlotte, playfully patting her small curved bottom — this little girl was increasingly to his taste.

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In Hailey Hill’s apartment, there was still a cold and indescribably strange feeling in the air.

It was as if no living being existed, and no amount of flowers in the room, nor the strongest heat could change that oppressive chill.

The continuous traumas had made Hailey Hill as thin as a skeleton, as if no amount of supplements could restore her.

All women feared gaining weight from overeating, but she was different. She strained to eat more, hoping to add some flesh and appear plump, but it was all in vain.

The high-calorie, high-nutrition, even high-sugar foods she ingested had no effect on her body, as if she absorbed no nutrients at all.

Despite using the most expensive and best injections to smooth her face, it still couldn’t compare to the fullness of natural collagen from her youth.

Because Atlas Hallow was coming, she prepared early.

Food filled the table, surrounded by flowers and red wine. She even sent the servants away.

When the doorbell rang, Hailey Hill felt a slight drop in her heart.

He obviously had a key, yet he still rang the bell.

Hailey wasn’t foolish enough to think this was a sign of respect; rather it was a gradual drawing of boundaries between them.

Despite the segment they once shared, he now seemed intent on distinctly separating from her.

Taking a deep breath, she walked gracefully to open the door.

"Atlas, you finally came..." Seeing the man outside, all her hidden resentment and anger surfaced, crawling through her heart like serpents.

"I’ve prepared your favorite dinner and wine." Hailey smiled, extending her hand to lead Atlas to the dining room, only to be discreetly rebuffed.

"I’m not drinking tonight." Atlas sat on a chair, gazing at the spread of dishes without much appetite.

"The wine’s already opened; it would be wasteful not to drink. It’s very expensive," Hailey smiled with a tinge of regret.

It seemed Atlas didn’t hear her; looking at Hailey’s gaunt face, his lips parted slightly, "Hailey, what you wanted, I’ve prepared it for you, but you have to promise me something."

"You mean Charlotte is ready, you’re going to have her give me a child? The thought of our child growing in her womb fills me with gratefulness," Hailey’s eyes sparked with delight, a semblance of life returned to her.

"Yes, what I promised you I’ll fulfill. Next year, I’ll deliver your child to you..." Atlas’s eyes were so dark they held no light, even his deeply chiseled face remained expressionless.

"But you must leave here, forever." Atlas still uttered those words.

He was rational; if it continued like this, not only would Hailey be harmed, but he feared Charlotte would sense something, leaving him without even a chance to explain.

No risks could be taken; if selfishness was to be allowed once, it would be now.

"Leave, where do you want to send me?" Hailey seemed struck by a thunderbolt, his mention of leaving forever — what did that mean?

"Abroad, I’ll arrange everything for you there." That was a foolish Chapter of his youth, a time to be said goodbye to.

The last thing he could do for her was give her a healthy child with her lineage, nothing more.

"I know what you want and expect, but sorry Hailey, I cannot give it." Love was too expensive a commodity, a luxury for him, something he himself cautiously desired, let alone give to someone else.

"I didn’t want anything; I just wanted to look at you like this." Unable to control herself, tears fell relentlessly, like it was the end of the world.

"Have you really fallen for Charlotte?" Was it because of Charlotte that he would make such a cruel decision to send her abroad? Hailey never imagined things would turn out like this.

"She’s the woman I want to spend my life with." Atlas avoided the word love in front of Hailey, fearing it might provoke her too much. His message was clear enough.

"Then what am I? What is our child? What is all of this?" Hailey sat there, breaking down hysterically, her exquisite makeup bathed in tears, resembling a theatrical figure with a face painted in chaotic colors.

"We were never anything, I can only offer you my apologies. Hailey, you should find your own life." Take her child and seek a life for herself — he only wished for one woman to rely on him in his lifetime.