Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 428 - 234 Who gave you the courage?
Atlas Hallow sat on the sofa opposite Charlotte Miller, watching her as he spoke in a low voice, "I was supposed to land with you, but because I had to prepare for a long-haul flight at the last minute, I couldn’t."
"Okay, tell me, after you’ve flown such a long time and found my place, what do you want?" Charlotte said slowly, word by word, with patience. Her heart was upstairs, hoping Luna Miller would watch over Mia well, and hoping Oliver Baird would come quickly to pick her up.
If Atlas Hallow decided to pester someone, it would be quite troublesome.
Oliver Baird’s apartment was not too far from here, with a large, white animal pelt spread across the smooth wooden floor. Chloe Baird lay on that pelt, as the soft, gentle singing of a female singer wafted through the air: "It really takes courage to face the rumors and scandals..."
Oliver Baird changed his clothes, walked over to Chloe Baird, and gave her perky bottom a nudge. "Come with me to handle something."
"I don’t want to go." Chloe Baird frowned, refusing with a displeased expression.
"Who gave you the courage to say no to me, huh? ... was it Evelyn Leung?" Oliver Baird’s voice didn’t reveal much anger, but Chloe Baird could sense the danger.
She immediately perked up, following Ethan Baird without a word.
She had only listened to this song twice, so how did Oliver Baird know it was sung by Evelyn Leung?
The song was almost as old as she was, and Oliver Baird didn’t seem like the type to listen to music at all. Just thinking about it gave her the chills.
The feeling of being seen through was truly frightening. In front of Oliver Baird, she felt like a transparent person.
The temperature was still a bit low, but young people didn’t seem to fear the cold. Oliver Baird looked at Chloe Baird dressed in a thin T-shirt, and in contrast to his own trench coat, he wondered if he was really getting old.
The girl sitting in his car had only just turned sixteen, and he was twice her age.
When the Baird family’s sweetheart disappeared all those years ago, he nearly went mad for several years, ultimately adopting this girl at an orphanage. When she came to him, she was only three years old, and in the blink of an eye, thirteen years had passed.
On the day he adopted her, there was a heavy snowfall, and that year’s snow was particularly large, so he gave her the name Chloe Baird.
Now she had blossomed into someone with skin as white as snow, pure and enchanting.
But these were all just facades. The little girl’s skills were still impressive. Whether in shooting or combat, he personally taught her, so even in the most chaotic streets of the United States, she could still return safely on her own.
The car drove to the little villa outside Charlotte Miller’s home. At this time, everything was extremely quiet. In the night, only a few villas in the near and far distance had lights on. Oliver Baird pointed to the last lit room on the second floor: "Climb up there and bring Mia down."
"Yes..." Ignoring the adoption relationship, she was considered his subordinate and occasionally acted as a bodyguard, although Oliver Baird’s skills were better than hers. So when she received an order, she would automatically disregard the adoption relationship and become a capable and obedient subordinate.
Oliver Baird was never one to like talking much. Since he had told her to climb up, it must be done quietly and without a sound. This building was very low, just two stories high, so climbing up was extremely simple.
Mia lives here, so Charlotte Miller must live here too?
Chloe Baird opened the car door and, with a nimble leap, flipped over the low courtyard wall, quickly approaching the left wall of the villa. She pulled up her long ponytail, biting down with her pearly white teeth, and climbed up along the drainpipe.
Oliver Baird watched Chloe Baird’s small figure, momentarily lost in thought.
The little girl’s emotions had been fluctuating lately, seemingly because she had a crush on a senior at school.
At sixteen, it was about time for those first feelings of love.
The light in Oliver Baird’s eyes slowly condensed into a layer of frost, and even the moonlight seemed to be dyed by this frost, becoming extremely cold.
In less than ten minutes, Chloe Baird had already used a strap to carry Mia on her back, quickly climbed down, approached the car, and sat in the front passenger seat, holding an excited little Mia in her arms.
"Good evening, godfather..." Mia Miller saw Oliver Baird, leaned over completely, and gave him a soft kiss on the face.
"Mia, would you like to stay with me tonight?" Oliver Baird’s voice was gentle, like the delicate texture of velvet.
Chloe Baird held Mia on her lap, marveling that if Oliver Baird became a star, he would have many female fans, even as a poker-faced artist, simply because he looked and sounded good.
"Okay." Mia nodded obediently, her small face showing maturity beyond her years, making one feel a bit of pity for such an understanding child.
The car drove further away, but not as fast as when it had arrived.
Charlotte Miller sat in the living room, hearing her phone ping with a message. She discreetly opened it, and after reading it, her heart settled.
It was good that Mia wasn’t here. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
"President Hallow shouldn’t be too poor to afford a hotel, right? It’s late, and you should probably rest by now," Charlotte Miller said, looking at him, as if he had no intention of leaving, feeling slightly troubled.
"Without you in the hotel, I can’t sleep. If you’re tired, go to bed first. I’ll stay here," Atlas Hallow said softly, seeming prepared to stay the night.
"Only women live here, so it’s inconvenient for you. Besides, we are no longer in a relationship." Charlotte Miller didn’t know how to communicate these things to Atlas Hallow; his brain seemed to be malfunctioning.
People only realize what they have when it’s gone, but she wasn’t going to give Atlas Hallow that chance.
Just as the two of them seemed to be at an impasse, the doorbell rang again.
It surely couldn’t be Mrs. Rose delivering bread, so late at night, who could it be?
Charlotte Miller stood up to go open the door. She had just sent her mommy upstairs to rest, intending to stay behind to engage in a battle of will with Atlas Hallow, so only the two of them were left in the living room.
Once the door was opened, a large bouquet of pink roses was thrust in, the pastel petals so pleasing to the eye.
"Darling, I’ve brought you your favorite pizza, let’s share it together..." Along with the entrance of the bouquet of pink roses came Rogers’s face brimming with smiles. His transparent, amber-colored eyes winked at Charlotte, as if showing off his timely arrival.
It seemed Oliver Baird had contacted Rogers, otherwise, Rogers would never have come at this hour, considering how late it was.
Rogers had both hands occupied with items, yet he still managed to lean over and plant a kiss on Charlotte Miller’s cheek.
"Mr. Ex-husband, you’re here too? You weren’t on the same flight as us, were you?" Rogers felt it was hard to believe when he received Oliver Baird’s call because there had only been that one flight that day, and Atlas Hallow wasn’t on it. So how did he get here?
"Mr. Hallow has a private jet." Charlotte Miller took the pizza from Rogers, opened the box, and the aroma immediately filled the air.
Perhaps the commotion downstairs unsettled Freya Morgon, prompting her to come down after seeing Rogers, welcoming him with a broad smile.
"Rogers, what would you like to drink?" Freya Morgon asked, eyeing the large pizza box, intending to prepare something for Rogers to drink.
"Mommy, you’re so biased. When I came back, you didn’t prepare anything for me, so why are you being so good to Rogers?" Charlotte Miller mumbled through a mouthful of pizza.
Freya Morgon smiled silently and went into the kitchen to prepare a fresh fruit juice for Rogers.
She really liked Rogers because he had saved Mia, and Mia’s gradual improvement over the past two years was thanks to Rogers.
Moreover, Rogers’s family background wasn’t much less than Atlas Hallow’s, and the family was willing to accept Charlotte Miller. She felt this was heaven’s compensation for her daughter, naturally giving Rogers special treatment.
Atlas Hallow watched all of this, knowing all along that Charlotte Miller was a wonderful girl and knowing there would be many men who liked her. When he boarded the plane to follow in her footsteps to the United States, he also guessed she must be doing well here, with a warm family. But when he truly saw it, the pain in his heart became uncontrollable.
If he had any self-respect left, he should just leave.
But to win her heart back, self-respect was worthless, wasn’t it?
Charlotte Miller seemed to treat him as invisible, and the entire Miller Family considered him non-existent. Only his own nearly desperate heart, in its torment and waiting, radiated intense pain, allowing him to hear the sound of his heart being torn apart...
