Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 211 - 138 Don’t overdo it when playing

After sending Cecilia Wilson home, the Fifth Young Master tossed and turned all night, suffering from insomnia.

Unable to sleep, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Atlas Hallow was sitting on the sofa in the apartment, while Charlotte Miller was taking a shower in the bathroom. The evening was a rare moment of peace, as he had promised to watch a movie with her.

As he was selecting a movie, the phone rang. Atlas picked it up and his thin lips curled into a playful smile.

"It’s so late, aren’t you afraid of interrupting my nightlife? Not that you’d understand anyway..." Atlas’ deep voice rose in the dark air, carrying a hint of irony.

"What don’t I understand, huh?" The Fifth Young Master retorted with annoyance, coldly snorting.

"You’re always distant from women, haven’t even touched a woman’s hand. What could you possibly understand?" Atlas looked at the dim light coming from the bathroom, his smile deepening.

"Who says I haven’t? I just wanted to ask you, what do young girls generally like?" The Fifth Young Master contemplated. Lately, he had been sending Cecilia back and forth, thinking of giving her something, and he always minded that day someone had paid Cecilia five times more for a gig. He believed it was because he hadn’t paid her enough, so she agreed to others.

He had to show her he wasn’t a stingy person.

Upon hearing the Fifth Young Master’s words, Atlas’ dark eyes narrowed slightly; was the sun really rising from the west?

"Give her what? There’s nothing worth more in this world than you, Fifth Young Master. Just give her yourself. And remember to keep an eye on Jack Smith." Atlas stretched his long legs, lazily leaning back against the sofa. Through the airwaves, his voice seemed to carry no trace of joking.

"I’m being serious." The Fifth Young Master’s voice shifted to a slightly dangerous and discontent tone.

"I’m serious too. If there’s a woman who can come close to you in this world, seize her while you can. Why keep her around?" Atlas’ low laughter flowed through the airwaves. "Keep her so she can find another man? Are you really okay with that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

The Fifth Young Master stood by the window, looking at the crescent moon above, his heart sinking a bit.

He couldn’t accept Cecilia seeking another man, even if it was just to give a massage.

This feeling came suddenly and strangely, even he couldn’t explain it.

Charlotte Miller finished her shower, her hair still sprinkled with droplets as she walked out with a large towel, drying herself.

"So late, who called? You’re really such a busy man." Feeling relaxed after the shower, she was about to sit down when Atlas pulled her over, causing her to fall onto his lap.

Atlas took the towel from her hand, helping to rub her long hair, then carried her to stand up and walked into the bathroom to fetch a hairdryer.

"If you don’t dry it, don’t complain about headaches later." Atlas turned on the hairdryer, his long fingers weaving through her soft hair.

Charlotte closed her eyes comfortably, smiling, "Mr. Hallow has really good skills, though I doubt any hair center could afford you?"

"Glad you know." Atlas lowered his head, biting lightly on Charlotte’s lips, his gaze lingering on her face for a long time.

He still minded today’s incident, but he didn’t want it to cause a bad influence. Now, the two of them were very comfortable together. Atlas believed Charlotte went to meet Jack Smith for a reason; what he minded was Charlotte keeping it from him.

"Have you picked out a good movie?" Charlotte flipped through the pages with the remote control, but found nothing particularly enticing.

"This Jack Smith, isn’t he Luna Miller’s boyfriend?" Atlas looked at the list of programs, instantly spotting a movie starring Jack Smith among dozens.

"Ex-boyfriend, Jack Smith said Luna Miller wasn’t his type." Charlotte didn’t notice anything amiss, pressing on the interface of the movie Atlas mentioned.

"When did you get so close, discussing that?" Atlas’ voice remained deep, devoid of danger but certainly not cheerful.

"Just the last time, when Luna had her car accident. Talked about it outside Luna’s hospital room; two days before the accident, Jack Smith broke up with her." Charlotte hurriedly explained. The warm air from the hairdryer couldn’t stop the sudden chilling sensation behind.

A few days before Luna’s car accident, wasn’t Jack Smith filming at the Hallow Clan? That was when Atlas met Charlotte.

Recalling the scene from the elevator, it still stung his eyes. The hair between his fingers was already dry, Atlas turned off the hairdryer, then sat down, picked up the remote control from Charlotte’s hand and pressed play. On the screen appeared Jack Smith’s young, bright face.

"Why not watch the one earlier? Heard it’s really good." Earlier, there was a foreign blockbuster, said to have excellent visual effects. But he chose Jack Smith’s movie, which shouldn’t suit his taste.

"Actually, I prefer watching you..." Atlas held Charlotte, sitting her on his lap, unbuttoning her robe.

Knowing full well Jack Smith liked Charlotte, the close-up of him appeared on the screen. He wanted to do exactly as Jack Smith watched, as if that could extinguish the fire of frustration he had felt most of the day.

"Gently... um... hurts..." In the darkness, besides the sound of the movie, there were the woman’s soft panting and pleading, until it turned into a whimper.

Only the next day did Charlotte understand why Atlas sought her out, why last night he showed Jack Smith’s movie while doing those things to her.

A chill ran through her heart; though he didn’t expose her lie, it was enough to instill fear.

But having already deceived him, proactively confessing now seemed pointless.

Both knew well this matter, but neither chose to confront it.

He was subtly warning her, using his method. Charlotte sighed deeply; things always happened mysteriously. She didn’t think meeting Jack Smith was problematic, but Atlas didn’t like her hanging out with other men, so she chose to conceal it. If he had been open from the start, then she wouldn’t have found excuses to go out; whom to blame?

But she’d have to be doubly cautious in the future. How did he find out?

Charlotte pat her forehead, suddenly remembering; couldn’t help but mock herself for being a fool. With the card Atlas gave her, he’d receive text notifications. No wonder he tracked her to Ethan Baird’s office so quickly; was worried she’d forever be with Jack Smith.

Annoyed and yet tinged with sweetness, did it count as evidence he cared?

Reluctantly, Charlotte got up. Atlas went to the fitness club downstairs; his perfect model-like body wasn’t born that way. Though his bone structure was good, with long arms and legs, wide shoulders and narrow hips, every piece of sturdy, smooth muscle was developed through long-term gym workouts.

Make some breakfast, the simplest kind she could manage.

A rare weekend, it might as well be brunch; it was a bit late for breakfast now.

Opened the fridge, picked out ingredients, mixed a smoked salmon salad, fried slices of bacon, neatly stacked the ham slices, toasted crisp bread, butter, jam, a fruit platter, and finally brewed a cup of coffee for him. She settled for a light cup of green tea.

Unexpectedly, it looked rather sumptuous. As soon as she finished preparing, the apartment door swung open.

The man carried the scent of sweat mixed with a full dose of hormones.

Given the small mistake she made yesterday, Charlotte still ingratiated herself by rushing up, disregarding the sweat moistening his body, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his thin lips, "Good morning, Mr. Hallow..."

"Offering unwarranted attentiveness?" Atlas’ lips curved upwards, his deep and inscrutable gaze locked onto Charlotte, smiling yet unsmiling.

"Not at all, it’s just a morning kiss, perfectly normal between husband and wife, isn’t it?" Charlotte nudged him towards the bathroom, "Hurry and rinse off, then come out for breakfast."

Atlas indeed quickly rinsed and came out, dressed in a robe, its waist belt loosely tied, exposing a vast swath of solid, sensual, dark wheat-colored chest.

"Still denying it, even made breakfast?" Atlas raised the cup, sipping the coffee. Though it wasn’t rich or scalding, he drank with immense satisfaction.

"You expended such energy yesterday, don’t you want to eat a bit more to replenish it? Mr. Hallow, you’re not that young anymore; don’t overexert yourself." Charlotte joked flirtatiously, glancing at Atlas’ bared chest, noticing two small teeth marks, and laughed even harder...

No longer that young, huh? Was that implying he was incapable?