Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 320 - 188 If he loses control and goes wild_3
This might be a sign of a guilty conscience, he thought to himself, yet the car continued to drive in the direction Charlotte had told him.
An hour isn’t long, Charlotte casually stretched out her legs, silently hung up the phone, ate the fruit tart, and waited for Jack to appear over an hour later.
Jack was still wrapped up like a mummy with a scarf, mask, hat, and sunglasses, but he stood out when he entered because he was quite tall. Although he still fell short compared to Atlas, in a normal crowd, he’d already appear head and shoulders above.
They sat in the corner of the rooftop, and there weren’t many people in the café on such an afternoon. After Jack sat down, she took out the scarf from her bag and handed it to Jack, apologetically saying, "I didn’t have time to clean it, please take it back and wash it yourself."
Actually, this was just a polite remark. Such a cashmere scarf cannot withstand washing and has to be taken to a specialty store, but since she had used it, she could only return it with some polite words.
She initially thought of buying a new one but felt it wasn’t necessary. Jack accepted the scarf, only to find it lingering with a faint rose scent, so subtle it seemed to waft into his breath with the air.
He chuckled and said, "It’s okay, I’ll handle it myself."
He wouldn’t wash the scarf, nor could he honestly tell Charlotte that he liked her scent and wanted to keep it, fearing it would scare her off from ever wanting to see him again.
"By the way, I mentioned last time that my concert is starting, and the stadium will be the first location. Would you like to come see my performance?" Jack watched Charlotte finish an entire fruit tart. She seemed very fond of them; the tart had beautiful raspberries, and the red raspberry juice made her lips more vivid, resembling radiant red gemstones in the spring light.
Her mouth was full of sweetness. After switching to a cup of black coffee, Charlotte took a sip, and the bitter taste quickly spread from her tongue. Only then did she lightly smile and softly say, "Your concert is probably hard to get tickets for, right?"
"Why would you need to buy a ticket?" Jack pulled two VIP tickets from his pocket, saying, "Perhaps you can come with Mr. Hallow." After all, he had crossed paths with Atlas several times, and just one ticket might not be appropriate.
Charlotte took them without a word, her heart filled with bitterness more intense than black coffee.
Coming to see the concert with Atlas was something she probably would never get to do in this lifetime.
Atlas didn’t throw the scarf into the trash, naturally, he had his reasons. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
When he returned to the Hallow Family house in the evening, the scarf originally placed on the bedroom sofa was nowhere to be seen, and similarly, Charlotte wasn’t at the Hallow Family house either.
Did she return the scarf to that man, or did she continue wearing it?
Regardless, things were this way now, and he had the patience to play along with her.
Charlotte wouldn’t stay out too late; as the evening fell, she’d return like a cat that had been out all day.
When Charlotte came back, she found Atlas was home too, sitting in the living room earlier than her arrival. The Hallow Family seemed to have returned to tranquility, even quieter than before.
Atlas’s father, with heart issues, went abroad, and Flix and Kinsley were in Europe. Amir never returned now, and it was just Atlas and her in the Hallow Family, aside from the servants.
Upon returning, Charlotte did not greet Atlas; instead, she headed straight for the elevator and went directly to her bedroom on the fifth floor.
Sitting on the living room sofa, Atlas looked up at Charlotte, only standing when her silhouette vanished into the elevator.
He slowly walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
The bedroom’s gentle moonlight poured in through the elegant window drapes. Inside, the crystal lights intertwined with the moonlight, creating a splendid brilliance. Even the bouquet of white roses in the bedroom was breathtakingly beautiful, but Charlotte paid no mind to this as she picked up sleepwear and headed into the bathroom.
