Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 179 - 120 At a loss
"Atlas Hallow, if possible, I hope it stays like this, that this moment lasts forever. But how long is forever? So far that we can’t imagine it. Will there be a day we part, not by my choice, do you understand?" Charlotte Miller half-kneeling on the sofa, her gaze parallel to Atlas Hallow’s, clear as water, reaching deep into his heart.
"I love the feeling of being with you, but what about you? You have never told me the real reason for marrying a daughter of the Miller Family. There is inherent inequality in this marriage. I love being with you like this, but if one day you hurt me, then please allow me to take my child away, can you?" Perhaps she will never know the real reason why Atlas Hallow married a daughter of the Miller Family, which is why Charlotte could never convince herself to believe what he said.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her, but that he couldn’t say it.
He couldn’t tell her it was just a ridiculous promise, but if it weren’t for this absurdity, perhaps he would have truly missed her.
Atlas Hallow extended his long arm and pulled Charlotte Miller into his embrace, the man’s faint scent of musk enveloping her body, spreading to every corner of the room.
Stubborn yet sensitive girl, this encounter made her cautious about everything, even holding doubts towards him, and what could he say?
Unable to refute it, nor can he blame her...
He can only hold her like this, as if holding her tightly would prevent her from leaving.
"Stop talking about this, Atlas Hallow, everything is left to fate. Maybe you can’t have children or perhaps I have infertility." The atmosphere became heavy, Charlotte intentionally cracked a small joke with a hint of apology.
After all, Atlas Hallow really made an effort to plan an unforgettable holiday for her, and it’s pointless to dwell on these things. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Right now, she just wants to enjoy these couple of days, where it feels like the whole world consists only of them. This feeling is truly wonderful.
"That joke isn’t funny at all." Atlas Hallow touched her lips, the corners of his eyes shifted from cold severity to something resembling melting ice.
What would it be like to be with a moody and enigmatic man every day?
It’s like riding a roller coaster, the thrill making her want to scream every second.
Fortunately, they are still young, able to withstand these ups and downs; otherwise, it might really lead to a heart attack.
"Then tell me a few funny ones to make me laugh." Charlotte’s fingers caressed Atlas Hallow’s brow, where observable lines seemed to be permanent marks left by frequent frowns.
"I can’t tell jokes, do you think I am boring?" Atlas placed Charlotte onto his lap, his deep voice tender as a whisper in the quiet night, the unique melody dancing in her ears.
"What if you’re a little boring? Return policy?" Her voice became sticky again, like butter mixed with honey, almost enough to melt one’s heart.
"You forget, I am the shrewdest businessman, how could a return happen? Don’t even think about it..." Their lips were practically touching, his taste crept into her mouth, with rich hints of red wine causing Charlotte to gently brush his thin lips, her tongue tip lightly sliding over, making Atlas Hallow’s strong back tremble slightly.
Like all newlyweds in the world, they merely enjoy the ultimate temptation of physical senses on such a quiet night, Charlotte bit Atlas Hallow’s square jaw, unable to hide the smile on her lips, "Then try to make other things a little more interesting."
The burning flame of passion nearly ignited the entire forest in the snowy night, feeling neither cold nor lonely...
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This counts as an earnest New Year, and the housekeeper’s heart is anxious, careful every festival because Fifth Master Foster is the most unpredictable during holidays, and the servants all know their master doesn’t celebrate holidays.
"Has the Fifth Young Master woken up? If this porridge gets reheated, it won’t taste good. Maybe I should make another pot?" The cook in the kitchen was even more anxious, everything else was fine like cleaning duties handled by others, tidying the courtyard spotless before dawn, even washing it four or five times, the smooth bluestone slabs almost reflecting an image, fearing the Fifth Young Master might dislike it.
