Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 417 - 228 I don’t need to be so polite with him.

He didn’t know what he was doing either. All the thoughts he had had in the past were completely overturned the moment he saw her. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Atlas Hallow looked at his forlorn reflection in the glass window, feeling as if he had lost all vitality, like a ghost. How could he stop himself from being so conflicted?

Charlotte Miller had already said she and Rogers were husband and wife, so no matter what she did, he had no control over it, right?

He must have been possessed to come here and invade someone else’s privacy.

Deep down, Atlas Hallow knew his obsession stemmed from the belief that Charlotte was his.

She was supposed to be his. How did it end up like this?

He could control many things and held the fate of many people, yet he had no way of controlling his own.

Is everything truly destined, leaving him without a choice? Is it really impossible to change?

Atlas Hallow sat in the hotel room, closing his eyes as images of Charlotte floated around him. Her frowns and smiles seemed directed at someone else, as she smiled radiantly at another man.

Time passed quickly, yet slowly, as his thoughts fluctuated, taking him back to when he first laid eyes on Charlotte.

Before meeting Charlotte, he had heard of the second Miss of the Miller Family, known to be a bookworm. But he never imagined Charlotte would be like that.

What would a bookworm be like? In his imagination, she wasn’t meant to be so delicate and enchanting. That day, seeing her was like beholding the most beautiful pear blossom on a spring branch.

At first sight, she was perfect in every way, and once he couldn’t control himself from tasting her, he became addicted.

Sitting there in a daze, recalling past events like sepia-toned images flashing before his eyes, he had already grown numb from pain, devoid of any feeling.

The ringtone of his phone shattered the silence. He glanced at it and answered the call.

"Young Master Hallow, madam’s car has entered the parking lot." It was someone he had sent to follow Charlotte. It seemed he couldn’t stay here; lingering over her scent had left him sitting in a daze, losing track of time. Even though the scent was so faint it was almost nonexistent, he still wanted to inhale it all into his body.

He left the room, closed the door behind him, and his tall figure vanished at the end of the hotel corridor...

This meal was too filling. Wearing such a tight dress, Charlotte always had the illusion she had to hold her breath, or the seams would burst.

"I need to go in and take off this dress quickly, Rogers, hurry up." Charlotte walked ahead, and although she wore high heels, she had become so accustomed to them over the years it felt almost like she was flying.

Now her mind was only focused on taking off her clothes. She really couldn’t listen to what Rogers was saying.

Because it was Rogers’ first visit, this was considered a welcoming feast, so naturally, there were more dishes ordered. Rogers said the dishes were healthy, urging her to eat more and not waste any food. She already had quite an appetite, and now, eating even more, she was almost too full to bear.

"Is this what you call... impatient?" Rogers thought for a moment, flaunting an idiom he had learned. She had been complaining loudly about being too full; was it really so exaggerated that she couldn’t wear a dress?

He had eaten much more than Charlotte, and didn’t feel overly full. The roast duck was indeed delicious.

"Hey, hurry up." Charlotte took a couple of steps back, pulled Rogers along, and ran towards the room. Her laughter like silver bells echoed through the long hotel corridor, as if sunlight had spilled all over the floor.

In the emergency exit, the man vaguely heard a woman’s soft, charming voice. Her laughter prickled his nerves, causing a dull ache.

He pretended he hadn’t heard anything, yet clearly, he had heard Charlotte’s words.

Pale as a sheet, he couldn’t understand how he managed to stand, walk to the elevator, or leave the hotel.

Charlotte quickly changed into a loose nightgown. Originally, she planned to stay at the hotel, and with Rogers having arrived, this suite had three bedrooms, more than enough for two people. She called Annie to send her luggage here.

With her clothes changed, Rogers had already brewed a cup of tea for her. The premium Ceylon Red Tea had a unique fragrance, and Charlotte took a sip to cleanse her palate.

Sitting on the sofa, she stretched out her legs and suddenly felt as though she had sat on something. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it.

Her touch startled her—a cigarette on the sofa.

She brought it to her eyes to see—it was the kind Atlas Hallow used to smoke.

Had he just been here?

What did he want?

How daring could he be? Entering the hotel she was staying at in broad daylight—that was shameless to the extreme.

Charlotte was almost exploding with anger. This man had never changed his temper over the years, and it had only gotten worse.

He used to always control her, being suspicious. But back then, she was his wife, so she had to acquiesce a little.

Now, she had nothing to do with him, and he dared to spy?

Charlotte’s eyes flashed with anger, brilliant and captivating.

"Rogers, come with me. Let’s go..." Charlotte spoke as she checked her clothes and rushed like a whirlwind back into her room to change.

"Didn’t you say it was too tight? Why change into something even tighter?" Rogers was puzzled. She had said she couldn’t stand the previous dress, and now this one was even tighter, like a second skin.

Plus, this dress had a lower neckline. Charlotte usually didn’t like dressing so sexily. What was going on?

"Let’s go." Charlotte’s eyes were blazing. She didn’t even want to ask the hotel. This man had been reckless for not just a day or two.

The car sped rapidly. Rogers rarely saw Charlotte this emotionally charged. It was as if she was suppressing something, yet couldn’t hold it back anymore, on the verge of eruption.

Was it because of that ex-husband?

The Charlotte he knew was incredibly intelligent, yet when confronting that ex-husband, she seemed like a different person, easily excited.

What had happened back then to change her so much?

Rogers didn’t have time to ask Charlotte properly, as they’d already arrived at the Hallow Clan’s office building.

Charlotte drove into the parking lot, then pulled Rogers directly to Atlas Hallow’s private elevator.

The code was still the same as before; he hadn’t changed it. This saved her from having to make a call.

The elevator ascended swiftly, and the fire in Charlotte’s heart blazed even brighter. A scoundrel’s nature truly couldn’t be altered.

With a "ding," the elevator reached the top floor. As Charlotte stepped out, she saw Daniel Parker coming out of Atlas Hallow’s office.

"Madam? No, Miss Miller, long time no see..." Daniel Parker, suddenly seeing Charlotte, couldn’t adjust his words for a moment and awkwardly smiled, "You’re here for President Hallow, right? I’ll go inform him."

This world’s affairs were truly miraculous. Over the years, his boss had been searching everywhere, yet this person had come to the Hallow Clan of her own accord.

Success came effortlessly, didn’t it?

Just now, seeing his boss return looking utterly despairing as if his spirit had been drained, upon seeing Charlotte, he should be fully revived, right?

"No need, he and I don’t need such formalities." She came today for just that reason—no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Charlotte led Rogers boldly into Atlas Hallow’s office.

When Atlas Hallow returned to his office, it was as if all his strength was slowly ebbing away. She had said she wanted to take off her clothes, and that man had said she was impatient. These words drilled into his heart like an electric drill, causing unseen agony in its depths.

The office door was pushed open. He had just said he wanted some quiet time today. Didn’t Daniel Parker understand?

Raising his eyes, he suddenly caught sight of the figure he had always yearned for.

"Charlotte?" Atlas Hallow seemed incredulous, blinking as if to clear away a vision, yet it was clearly her.

Features like a painting, her face flushed like a peach blossom, full of anger yet still stunningly beautiful.

"What do you want to see? Atlas Hallow, tell me what you want to see, and I’ll satisfy you..." Charlotte approached step by step, the rose fragrance emanating from her becoming more intense with her anger.