Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 356 - 204 How about you help me think (6,000 words)
This vast primeval forest is extremely quiet. ππΏπ²ππ πππ»πΌπ―ππ.ππΌπΊ
Time passes very slowly, so slow that it feels as if time has stopped its ticking footsteps here.
Everything becomes infinitely magnified, including her loneliness, her empty stomach, and the faint sorrow that lingers on her brows.
Charlotte Miller doesnβt even dare to walk out of this house because she knows that this year is not just about scaring her.
He said that there are Beasts and venomous snakes in this forest, and if she steps out of this house, she might not even be able to keep her life. This reminds Charlotte of what she saw on TV before, gigantic eagles swooping down from the sky could peck a bloody hole in a personβs skull.
Outside the window, a stretch of green shades appears as the branches and leaves begin to grow lush, yet her heart starts to sink into a chilling winter.
Charlotte sits on the sofa, sinking into her own world, repeatedly trying to hypnotize herself.
Isnβt it more than just Charlotte who is tormented?
Atlas Hallow, watching Charlotte on the surveillance screen, sees that in less than two days, she seems to be withered down to a stubbornly standing handful of bones.
He never intended to truly deal with her, but his heart has been tortured by Charlotte, full of wounds, and he canβt think of any way to keep Charlotte anymore.
He wants to tame her, but this stubborn girl hasnβt even glanced at the surveillance camera.
He already doesnβt know what to do.
He finds that there really are things in this world he canβt accomplish, like taming someoneβs will, which is a thousand times more difficult than tedious business negotiations.
He is surprisingly powerless, not knowing how to face her appeal for divorce.
Actually, he hasnβt left Charlotte alone in the house; he isnβt cruel enough to do something like that.
In the woods not far from Charlotteβs cabin, there are two small houses where he has stationed people. If there is any danger or if a Beast breaks into the protective circle mapped out for Charlotte, someone will immediately shoot and kill those Beasts.
He only wanted Charlotte to voluntarily surrender to him, but it seems now she will never submit.
He guesses that even if she starves to death, she still wouldnβt surrender.
Atlas Hallow lets out a long sigh, feeling as though a mass of dense air is about to explode in his chest. He puts on a coat and heads towards the office door, instructing Daniel Parker as he walks out that the documents for the coming days will be handled by him.
Watching his bossβs departing figure, Daniel also lets out a long sigh, thinking that a womanβs beauty can ruin everything.
His anger stems from Charlotteβs betrayal; he never expected that Charlotte would truly have different feelings for Jack Smith.
If it werenβt that way, why would she be so eager to divorce? Why, before the divorce proceedings started, did she subtly guide Jack Smith to stay away from him?
Nobody can understand that kind of anger; just thinking about it makes the rage start rising in his abdomen, slowly moving upwards until itβs almost exploding at his chest, with a gaze usually indifferent now burning with cold anger as if to incinerate everything it lands on.
She is truly a detestable woman, yet he just cannot be ruthless to this odious woman.
If thatβs the case, then let them torment each other, continue tormenting, maybe one day he will tire and let go, but for now, he doesnβt want to; he simply wishes to keep her by his side.
Another day is almost over, as the sky is gradually darkening.
She doesnβt know the current time because she doesnβt have a watch or a phone.
No matter how beautiful the dusk in the forest, Charlotte has no heart to appreciate it.
This is the evening of the second day, as time ticks away, all feelings are being magnified infinitely.
Just two days and she already feels as though sheβs lived through an eternity.
Some people say whatβs so bad about staying here for two days β treat it as a vacation, but the feeling of being imprisoned here, being forced, is entirely different.
And her adversary is Atlas Hallow; in this situation, Charlotte finds she does not have many chances to defeat him.
What Atlas Hallow says is not exaggerated. He says he has never encountered a rival, perhaps he really hasnβt.
Charlotte holds a small cup of warm water, sipping little by little. The water follows down her throat slowly, landing in her stomach, sometimes causing a slight spasm.
