Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 359 - 204 Not as good as you help me think (6,000 words)_4

Charlotte Miller’s breathing hitched for a moment; how did he guess what she was thinking so quickly?

"If there are no conditions, I can barely eat a little..." Charlotte looked at the food on the table. Even she found it hard to believe her own words, clearly craving it.

"Go ahead and eat..." Atlas Hallow’s thick eyelashes lowered, covering his eyes and hiding the fleeting trace of heartache.

No conditions?

Did he really not set any conditions?

Charlotte could hardly believe what she was hearing.

She reached out her small hand to pick up the thermos, using a silver spoon to slowly take small bites.

She hadn’t eaten much for two days, and drinking porridge at this time was the most nourishing. Only after she had eaten more than half did her stomach feel a little warm.

So comfortable...

The feeling of an empty stomach, as if only stomach acid and water were churning, was truly unpleasant.

The stuffed tofu was also delicious. After putting down the thermos, she started eating the stuffed tofu. It went down softly without any discomfort. After eating about half, a large hand suddenly reached out in front of her and took away the spoon from her hand.

Along with it, the unfinished white porridge was taken away too.

"I wasn’t finished yet." Would this man really go back on his word like this?

How petty could he be?

"You can’t eat anymore." Atlas Hallow’s voice was still cold, seeing the small bit of tofu residue at the corner of her mouth. She had been hungry for a while; eating too much all at once would upset her stomach.

As Atlas turned and placed the food on the counter, Charlotte made an exaggerated face at his tall back, filled with disdain.

Her little belly finally wasn’t soft and collapsed anymore, and she seemed a lot more energetic as well.

Watching Atlas put the things away and then return to sit down opposite her, a sense of relief came over Charlotte.

"What do you want to say, just say it?" Charlotte was not used to him staring at her silently, as if plotting something terrible, and preferred directness.

"Recently, your mother has called a few times looking for you; it seems to be something urgent." Atlas crossed his long legs, speaking leisurely with an air of nonchalance.

"What urgent matter? What did she say?" Charlotte rose from the couch, her expression somewhat anxious.

Although her parents had gone to the United States, they would call or video chat every now and then. Since she hadn’t been seen these past two days, it was about time she contacted her mother.

"I couldn’t pick up, but she kept calling, so I thought it might be urgent." Atlas suddenly had a phone in his hand, which seemed much smaller in his large palm than usual.

Charlotte spotted it at once; it was her phone. She almost lunged at it, trying to take it from his hand.

Before she even got close to Atlas, the man countered her with a push, and she fell onto the beast skin rug in front of the couch.

"What will it take to get my phone back?" Charlotte was somewhat flustered now. She knew if her mother continued calling and still couldn’t reach her, she would certainly return to the country immediately to find her.

Once her mother came back, it would mean placing her weaknesses directly in Atlas Hallow’s hands.

How terrifying could that be?

She had painstakingly sent the entire Miller family abroad and repeatedly instructed them not to return. If her mother came back, everything would change. Charlotte knew all too well what Atlas was capable of; he would stop at nothing to use her mother against her, threatening her to do things she didn’t want to do at all.

"I haven’t thought of anything I need yet, perhaps you could help me think of something?" Atlas looked at Charlotte sitting on the soft beast rug, her current child-like vulnerability showing through her eyes, making one feel a pang of heartache...