Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 224 - 146 Alluring beauty, have you not heard of it?_4

"No need to choose, I’ve had them all made." Atlas Hallow stood bare-chested in a pair of home pants, the light, soft, loose cotton pants hanging precariously from his waist, as if they might slip off any moment. His strong, sensual abs and the Adonis belt were distinctly visible, while his deep wheat-colored skin glimmered healthily and enticingly under the light.

He took the album from Charlotte Miller’s hands. This little girl seemed to have fallen into a choice paralysis, unable to decide even yesterday. So, he simply had everything made, as they could be changed often anyway.

"Try to eat something; I’ve heated everything up." Charlotte tried to ignore the strong masculine aura emanating from him, a fiery and invasive masculine aura.

"Ever heard of ’feast for the eyes’?" His voice turned low, slowly stirring up a breath of desire in the air, heating up all the currents.

As in every night before, they indulged tirelessly in the ultimate sensory pleasure that love affairs brought to their bodies. But now it was different; her body was so special now. Charlotte instinctively shrunk back, but there was no retreat. Her tender back pressed against the sofa’s armrest.

"Um, Atlas... We’re not suitable for this right now..." Even though it was her first pregnancy, she knew she should restrain herself at this moment. Charlotte spoke hesitantly, her whole body tense and unsure of what to do.

"Who told you that?" His laugh rose low, like a cello string in a silent midnight, hidden against her collarbone, slowly sliding over her exquisite, clear collarbone, then slowly down.

Her loose nightgown pants were pushed upwards. Charlotte half-lay on the sofa, her long legs limp, all the strength from her body absorbed by his kisses. Until her lower abdomen was gently covered, she trembled lightly as if electrified, eyes swelling with moisture, her body more sensitive than ever before.

"No..." A soft pant escaped her red lips, her starry eyes half-closed, dreamy, and intoxicated...

Every day welcomed a different morning; after Atlas went to the company, she too became busy.

"Auntie, I’m going out to meet friends later, so you don’t need to prepare lunch today. Just prepare afternoon tea, I’ll be back after lunch." Charlotte put on a smoky gray cashmere dress, topped with a long black down coat. The fluffy outerwear was tied at the waist, emphasizing her slender willow-like waist. The recent nourishing soups had given her a healthy, rosy glow. The aunt praised, "I’ve worked for many families, even celebrities, but you’re the prettiest, no wonder the gentleman adores you so much."

At the mention of adoration, her face flushed slightly. Then, she picked up her small handbag, ready to leave. The aunt quickly fetched a pair of low-heeled lambskin boots from the entryway, bending down to help her put them on.

Being nearly fifty years old, Charlotte could hardly let her do this: "I can do it myself, thank you, Auntie."

"Oh come on, I’m here to take care of you. Your condition is precious now, don’t bend too much, it’s bad for your health." The aunt insisted on helping Charlotte with the boots. This lady was so beautiful, even her feet were stunning. However, one foot was slightly swollen, and she dared not zip it fully: "I won’t zip this foot; the shoes fit anyway and won’t fall off when you walk. Just be careful not to twist your foot."

"Got it." Charlotte nodded, opened the door, and headed out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, little darling, you’re quite bold..." Ethan Baird chuckled after hearing her words, praising her audacity for working without Atlas Hallow knowing: "I wonder if Atlas Hallow will shut down our company someday?"

"That’s nonsense, I just said I’m going out to play; coming here to see you counts as playing, too. Where’s my office?" Charlotte stuck out her tongue, enjoying the liberating feeling of being out. She sipped water, continuing, "Besides, he’s extremely busy lately. The first phase of construction has ended its demolitions, and now the crucial groundwork begins, he’s paying close attention to it."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it now. But promise me not to overexert yourself; if you feel unwell, you can stop anytime." She’s happy, but Ethan always felt a vague worry stemming from nowhere.

"Why are you all the same? I’m just pregnant, not disabled. If I were that delicate, all women should stop living." Though Ethan’s words touched her, pregnancy wasn’t as exaggerated as it seemed. Her appetite was fine; she rested well, her spirits high. Work shouldn’t be an issue, and she planned to return early every afternoon without leaving a flaw.

"That’s great, then. Come, let me show you your office." Ethan smiled, extending his arm gentlemanly beside Charlotte. She grinned, taking his arm. She always insisted on having her career, which was correct as it kept her fulfilled now.

Ethan looked at her smiling face. He knew Atlas Hallow would not rest easy if he found out, but despite the world’s fears of Atlas, he wasn’t afraid...

The day’s work didn’t leave her exhausted. Ethan specially ordered delicious Cantonese dim sum for her at noon, packing over ten boxes elegantly, far too much to finish and quite wasteful. Charlotte wondered if wasting food would someday result in karma, even keeping her from a simple bowl of hot noodle soup.

This thought flashed through her mind like lightning, making her shiver involuntarily. It was terrifying.

"Ethan, don’t do this in the future, it’s too wasteful. I can only eat two or three types." Sticking to the principle of not wasting, Charlotte awkwardly ate a few more bites before feeling a bit queasy, almost vomiting.

"I’m the one wasting it, not you. Why are you worried?" Ethan laughed, noticing Charlotte had become overly cautious and sensitive since marrying Atlas Hallow.

"You shouldn’t waste either." Charlotte reluctantly put down her chopsticks, laughing, "Let’s consider it a shared waste. I can’t eat anymore."

"I have to leave at three-thirty. Today’s database and client classification are more than halfway done; I can finish it tomorrow. Luckily, my brain hasn’t turned mushy." They said pregnant women would act silly, so she was anxious her brain might rust, which would be troublesome.

"No problem, we have time. The final plan is due in ten days; we have plenty of time. I’ll handle the release preparations; the sales department is ready and can start anytime." Ethan calculated the time, plenty of it.

Ten days; she needed to manage these ten days without Atlas Hallow noticing.