Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 195 - 129 Don’t play the rogue

"You really don’t understand..." Atlas Hallow said sincerely, looking at Fifth Young Master with a displeased expression.

Indeed, this is something Fifth Young Master truly doesn’t understand. In his lifetime, apart from his mother, it’s likely he hasn’t spoken a single word to any other woman.

He bought this alley, front to back, just to prevent anyone from entering. Tourists are not allowed to get close because this is private property. Perhaps he fears a woman might intrude?

"If you don’t drink, then forget it." Fifth Young Master said coldly and took a sip himself.

No matter how warm the alcohol, his heart remained cool as if something was missing, making him uncomfortable yet unable to pinpoint why.

Never before had he felt this way, with his chest feeling stifled.

The housekeeper looked on anxiously with no resolution. What was wrong with Atlas Hallow today, refusing to drink a glass of wine with them and Fifth Young Master?

That’s how it is in the Foster Family; if Fifth Young Master coughs, the entire family goes into high alert. The housekeeper is especially cautious, worrying over every minor issue, wishing he could join Fifth Young Master for a drink.

There are certain people who are unique; even if they do nothing special in front of others, they don’t need to act tough yet can still make everyone submit. The so-called spiritual leader and belief closely describe Fifth Young Master.

Even when he was still in Madam Foster’s belly, he already became a belief.

Atlas Hallow finished dinner and chatted for a while by the fire with Fifth Young Master before leaving the Foster Family Estate.

Arriving at the apartment, it was already ten o’clock at night, and the lights were on from afar, warming his heart a bit.

She was still waiting for him.

"You’re back?" Charlotte Miller sat on the sofa, holding a book, flipping through a few pages out of boredom but finding it hard to focus, just as Atlas Hallow returned.

"Hmm..." Atlas Hallow took off his suit, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. The warm room felt comfortable and reassuring; every breath carried her scent.

He approached Charlotte Miller, giving her a slight kiss on the cheek: "I’ll take a shower first."

Charlotte Miller casually tidied his discarded clothes, hanging each piece carefully. As she prepared to brew some tea, Atlas Hallow’s phone rang, subtly glowing in his suit pocket. Charlotte Miller picked up the phone intending to hand it to Atlas Hallow, but her eyes caught sight of the number, sending a wave of shock through her heart.

It was Hailey Hill’s number.

How did she know? Because Ethan told her, including many things like which credit cards Hailey Hill used, whose name the property was registered under, even affairs of her parents and brother overseas—all thoroughly investigated by Ethan, except for the relationship between Hailey Hill and the Hallow Family, which had no clues.

The number wasn’t labeled with a name, but she instantly knew whose it was; women are naturally sensitive to such things.

What was the purpose of calling at ten o’clock at night?

Charlotte Miller hesitated for a moment, then placed the phone back where it was, walked back to the kitchen area, prepared a plate of fruit, and brewed a pot of tea.

Not knowing whether he would stay tonight or leave after seeing the missed call, having taken a shower.

Suddenly, anxiety crept into her heart; she was unsure of the exact nature of the relationship between Atlas Hallow and Hailey Hill. She and Ethan had speculated several possibilities, but none seemed entirely reasonable. Because of lacking a fully rational explanation, the relationship between Atlas Hallow and Hailey Hill became even more enigmatic.

Any woman witnessing another woman calling her husband late at night, regardless of the relationship, would certainly be unhappy.

Atlas Hallow came out of the shower, finding Charlotte Miller already slicing the fruit, eating some herself.

"Do you like this?" Atlas Hallow bent down to eat the piece of melon she had bitten off, while slipping her fingertip into his mouth, lightly licking it.

"This is sweet, quite good." Her finger seemed to melt between his lips, tickling just slightly. Charlotte Miller withdrew her hand with a smile, yet was embraced by him.

He wore a bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist, revealing a broad, firm chest, immediately radiating a fiery warmth.

"So warm..." The heater was on, yet his body radiated more heat than the heater. Charlotte Miller laughed, trying to pull away a bit.

"Of course it’s hot with so many clothes." Atlas Hallow said seriously, and started tugging at Charlotte Miller’s nightgown.

"Atlas Hallow, stop being unreasonable, how is this too much?" Charlotte Miller blushed, trying to push his hand away, only wearing a thin nightgown.

But where could Charlotte Miller compete with Atlas Hallow’s strength, struggling just briefly before he pulled open the gown’s sash, revealing a vast expanse of white, delicate skin, akin to the first snow under sunlight.

His gaze fell dark as night on her luminous shoulder, thin lips descending slowly, bit by bit, worshiping as if in the presence of a beautiful goddess, his large hand sweeping across her body, filled with magic...

Lips released a light gasp, the room’s air becoming unbearably hot, her skin beginning to sweat fine beads.

"Even your sweat smells fragrant..." Atlas Hallow murmured in admiration. Charlotte Miller truly seemed a gift from the heavens to men—once touched, it felt like stumbling upon the most irresistible of poisons, wishing only to forever remain intoxicated.

In a state of daze, amidst highs and lows, Charlotte Miller felt as if she hadn’t heard Atlas Hallow’s phone ringing again...

Hailey Hill did not call a second time, understanding that if not answered, calling again would incite displeasure.

When he visited, he had stated clearly, giving her a child as recompense, with no further ties.

Yet analyzing the statement revealed contradictions—if giving a child, how could there be no ongoing ties? That would mark the beginning of true entanglement.

The hospital was ready, doctor consulted personally. She didn’t distrust Atlas Hallow, merely feared any unforeseen circumstances.

This child carrying their shared blood was her ambition.

Not solely wanting an everlasting, complex bond with Atlas Hallow, but also the vast Hallow Family wealth, was it not rightfully hers to enjoy?

The Hallow Family had wronged her too much; if Atlas Hallow did not restitute, she would seek it herself.

Isn’t it said one must fight for oneself, or be doomed?

The guilt Atlas Hallow once carried was gradually eroded by Charlotte Miller’s allure; now he no longer wished even to answer the call, prompting her to plan more diligently for her future.

She hadn’t changed, but the experiences forced her not to remain unchanged.

The doorbell rang; she peered through the peephole, frowning in annoyance before unlocking the door.

"What do you want?" Hailey Hill asked impatiently, locking the door behind.

"I can’t reach Ava Walker, call her for me." Ella Johnson said anxiously, appearing tense on her face.

Hailey Hill nearly wanted to curse; how was this any of her concern?

She didn’t know why Ava Walker’s mother had been driven out but understood it likely enraged Atlas Hallow. She risked being discovered by him, daring to help; did they expect more?

"I can’t casually make calls to her." Hailey Hill sat on the sofa, clutching her shawl tight, feeling cold even with the heater.

"Something must have happened to her; give me the phone... I’ll call..." Ella Johnson spoke incoherently, reaching to grab the phone Hailey Hill had placed on the coffee table.

"No way." Hailey Hill quickly snatched it back, knowing she couldn’t let her randomly call, fearing consequences if discovered.

"You must leave; don’t come up randomly again." Hailey Hill said impatiently. Inviting trouble was easy, but dismissing it was harder; she wanted desperately to remove Ella Johnson but found herself unable.

Initially, it was her mother, acting greedily, telling Atlas Hallow to buy downstairs too, wanting to be close to her daughter. Atlas Hallow agreed, buying the floor below. Her mother hadn’t lived long before moving abroad, leaving the empty apartment. When Ava Walker suggested she let Ella Johnson use it, she had no choice but to consent.

She and Ava Walker were already bound together, unable to separate nor escape.

"Hurry up and give it to me..." Ella Johnson, as if possessed, lunged to snatch Hailey Hill’s phone, determined not to stop short.

"Shameless, you even call our big brother!" Seeing the recent call record, Ella Johnson spat at Hailey Hill in anger.