Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 311 - 184_2

But if she is unable to become pregnant again, would Atlas Hallow ask her to undergo artificial insemination?

He could take advantage of the situation to implant his and Hailey Hill’s child into her uterus, her thoughts were so chaotic she couldn’t make any sense of them.

Now she just wanted to get far away from this man, and when she thought of the day she might leave and never see him again, a faint sadness colored Charlotte Miller’s gaze. At the beginning, she had considered all possibilities but never thought she would become a tool chosen by Hailey Hill to bear a child for her and Atlas Hallow.

As for why Atlas Hallow later changed his original intention, not opting to place the fertilized egg into her womb but instead letting her truly conceive his child, she still couldn’t fathom and didn’t want to think anymore; maybe he was tempted by her and changed his plan, or perhaps it was something else, but his initial intent of marrying her completely broke her heart.

What filled her with hate was that her Tiny Atlas, the child who had said goodbye to her when she fell, whom she loved so deeply that she felt as if her heart was being crushed, this was all Atlas Hallow’s doing. One day she would repay these blood debts; the man owed her not just loyal love but also the life she most treasured.

Thinking about this, Charlotte Miller reached out a hand to her chest, a pain that almost made it hard for her to breathe began.

The car slowed down more and more, until finally it gently stopped by the roadside.

Whenever she thought of her Tiny Atlas, the pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced; it was as if a sharp knife was slicing through her entire heart, cutting through the tiny blood vessels, slowly cleaving her heart in two, the pain flowing freely with the blood. The faint smell of blood gradually filled the space, so unbearable that she couldn’t even drive the car anymore.

She didn’t know how long she had been driving, nor did she know how long Atlas Hallow had been following her. She didn’t know where this was, as she stopped on a secluded road with few people around; when Charlotte Miller got out of the car, she seemed like an outsider who had intruded into this world.

Atlas Hallow saw Charlotte Miller’s petite, streamlined sports car stop in the distance, her figure seemed so insubstantial that light could pass through, her entire being appeared as if it were an unreal shadow in a halo of light...

Wearing brightly colored clothes, she still looked so lonely and solitary.

This feeling made his heart twist painfully, as if many hands were tugging at his nerves, pulling until it ached with a tremor. What did she truly want?

Atlas Hallow’s car also stopped a few meters away from her vehicle.

Opening the car door, the tall and upright man strode over, but as he approached, he slowed his steps, as if afraid to disturb this tranquil scene, cautiously nearing.

Standing silently beside her, leaning against the car door together, gazing at the sky’s slow transformation...

His gaze fell upon Charlotte Miller; she had never dressed like this before. The brightly colored, loose sweater covered her hips, her long bare legs clad in Martin boots. In the chilly, early spring weather, she had neither scarf nor hat, nor any sort of coat; it was so thinly clad as to be heart-aching, yet stunning enough to capture every man’s attention.

Her small face was inexplicably white; her skin had always been delicate and fair, now so white as to almost be transparent. Her soft lips bore a faint layer of pink, resembling the cherry blossom of early spring. Atlas Hallow extended his fingers, gently touching her soft lips, his low voice rising in the quiet air: "Why the sudden idea of driving yourself?"

In the past, Atlas Hallow’s scent always made her feel comfortable and clean, filled with a sense of security.

But now?

When a person has a strong aversion to another person, even their most familiar, most beloved feelings turn to disgust.

Charlotte Miller tried her best to evade his searing breath descending on her from above, also avoiding his scorching gaze with lowered lashes, softly muttering, "No reason."

She had never been capricious, but this time she wanted to indulge a little.

Because she didn’t know how to defeat the powerful man beside her, how to leave his side?

So she would indulge recklessly...

Reckless to the point where Atlas Hallow couldn’t stand it anymore, she could leave easily. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Atlas Hallow reached out to smooth her hair; driving a convertible had left her hair in disarray, a few strands clinging to her cheeks, making her face appear even more vibrant.

Atlas Hallow looked at Charlotte Miller, his gaze growing profoundly deep, for a whole month she had nearly driven him crazy.

Yet he was mindful of her health and didn’t dare push her too hard, allowing her to ignore him for a full month; he had truly had enough...

Charlotte Miller sensed his unusual demeanor, attempted to evade but Atlas Hallow had already leaned down to gently kiss her lips.

Charlotte Miller’s whole body tensed for a moment, hand pressing against the car door, slightly leaning back, wanting to escape yet unable to.

He gently kissed away the wind and dust that had clung to her lips from driving too long, also sucking away the faint peach-pink hue there. With this gentle touch, the man’s presence began to seep into her breath, wanting to escape only heightened the man’s desire, this kiss deepened, causing passing pedestrians to gaze in wide-eyed awe.

How long does it take to go from scorching heat to icy cold? Just a swivel of the eyes.

Atlas Hallow interpreted Charlotte Miller’s resistance as embarrassment due to spectators, so when he embraced her to his chest and glanced at those distant, prying individuals, his gaze turned chillingly cold, causing them to scatter hastily.

"I’ll accompany you back," Atlas Hallow said, looking at Charlotte Miller’s legs so white they seemed to glow; the weather was beginning to cool, she had lost a considerable amount of weight post-miscarriage, probably not yet fully recovered, dressing so lightly was worrisome. Moreover, he disliked other men constantly staring at her legs, making him want to gouge out their eyes one by one.

But now he dared not force her into anything; her mind wasn’t well recently, so he’d allow her whims, merely keeping a tighter watch would suffice.

The day turned dark, it was time to go back to bathe and sleep. Charlotte Miller cast a look at the red sports car parked by the roadside, Atlas Hallow’s lips curved into a faint smile: "Leave it here, I’ll have someone drive it away."

Charlotte Miller said nothing more, sitting in his car.

It wasn’t possible to immediately sever all ties with him; after all, they were still husband and wife, living together. She had to proceed step by step.

Along the way, Atlas Hallow managed the steering wheel with one hand, stretching the other to hold her hand; his large hand radiated warmth, intending to thaw her cold hand, but her hand remained frigid. He couldn’t help but gaze at her bare legs: "You’re wearing too little."

Charlotte Miller sat in the passenger seat, smiled but said nothing.

After he mentioned that her clothes were too scant, Atlas Hallow noticed one thing: whatever he disliked, she deliberately did.

Had she never been through a rebellious phase during her youth, only starting now after marriage?

Charlotte Miller’s wardrobe began to feature various seductive clothing, each piece more scanty than the last, leaving him astounded...