Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 365 - 207 The Attitude That Should Be

In a person’s life, there is bound to be a period of time that feels as if they are blinded by some sort of enchantment.

Unable to see the direction, unable to discern sincere feelings...

If in a loving relationship, only one person experiences this, it might be fine, but when it happens to both people together, everything becomes precarious and uncontrollable.

The more one is attracted, the more they like, the more they get lost.

Love and hate are like a vast and boundless river with misty waves, where both ends are both the near and far shore.

Atlas Hallow and Charlotte Miller find themselves lost back and forth in this misty expanse, unable to save themselves or each other’s hearts.

Perhaps they are both waiting for a day in the future when they can shake off all the dust and delusion, revealing a clear heart, waiting for a sunny day with a gentle breeze to dispel the fog, to see the far shore, waiting for a day when all grievances are cleared and perhaps the initial form of love can be seen upon opening their eyes.

"Since you’ve chosen the second option, let’s go with the second option, just as long as you don’t regret it..." Atlas shrugged and walked over, sitting on the sofa next to Charlotte. Her body instinctively resisted, wanting to get up but was pulled back into his embrace by his long arm.

Sitting in his arms, looking at Atlas Hallow’s face, his profile was still so clear, such chiseled features seemed like the creator’s favoritism towards him. She too was once infatuated, just like any other woman, somehow having fallen for his good looks.

Such a handsome man, yet he is a fiendish devil.

The events that unfolded once again proved Charlotte’s judgment was correct. Using "fiendish" to describe him was already too light.

She thought for a moment and then said, "Since we’ve come to an agreement, let’s formalize it with a written contract."

She needed a clear piece of paper to ensure she could leave in time.

This man was not only a fiendish devil, but he’s also a sly old fox. How many have dealt with him and never gained any advantage?

Atlas’s gaze fell like a net on Charlotte’s face, his slender fingers gently pinching her chin, and then his thin lips parted with a smile, "As long as you’re happy..."

If he didn’t want to let her go, what use was a contract?

Clearly, the two of them already seemed like strangers, nearly enemies, yet when he said, "As long as you’re happy," Charlotte’s heart tightened.

That heartache and bitterness recklessly spread along her veins, rushing to the first part of her body.

He was like this before too; he always said, "As long as you’re happy," but now when he says this, it has long changed from its original meaning.

"There’s one more condition; if you agree, then we’re done." Charlotte spoke through clenched teeth. Staying by his side for three years to have a child was terrifying to her.

So as long as there were conditions, an opportunity, she would escape at all costs, far away...

Atlas nodded, his expression giving nothing away.

That expression seemed as if he was indulging a child throwing a tantrum.

Charlotte hated this side of him, her face darkened as she said coldly, "I’ve never been able to stay at home. My demand is that I must go out to work, and you cannot confine me to the Hallow Family for any reason."

Charlotte thought for a moment and continued, "I want to move back to my old apartment, or you’ll have to find a new place for me, as I’m no longer your wife. It’s inappropriate to stay in the Hallow Family."

"Since we’re discussing terms, let’s lay everything on the table. You can go out to work..." Atlas had just begun to speak when Charlotte was already eager to interrupt, but Atlas held up his finger to her lips, indicating she shouldn’t speak.

"I know what you’re going to say. You don’t want to work in my company, by my side, right?" Atlas said, looking at Charlotte, and she earnestly nodded.

"If you don’t come to help me, then you also can’t work for Ethan Baird. Whatever job you find must have nothing to do with finance, do you agree to that?" Atlas’s gaze became sharp, piercing into Charlotte’s heart.

Was he really planning to corner her? Not letting her go back to her company to work?

The feeling of having one’s wings clipped was indeed too tortuous.

Yet she still nodded, agreeing silently.

Actually, when she raised this condition, she thought Atlas wouldn’t agree. Her desire to work wasn’t for any special reasons; she just wanted to find a way out or at least find some amusement in this boring and sickening life.