Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 446: Even if he loses, he can afford to lose.

"Dear, I will come to see you. After I handle some things at the hospital, I’ll go to the U.S.A to find you." Rogers liked the U.S.A, and he wasn’t very comfortable with Charlotte Miller taking little Mia back alone.

"You’re so good." A faint smile appeared on Charlotte’s lips. Rogers extended his arms, and Charlotte gently moved forward to embrace him, leaning into his embrace.

So tired. On the journey of life, she seemed to always be walking alone, really wanting to just stop, but she knew she couldn’t stop now.

To her, Rogers was a special presence. They had the most harmonious way of life, never interfering with each other’s lives but providing the safest umbrella for each other, becoming each other’s shield. She had many misfortunes in her life, but fate had also rewarded her with a lot.

For instance, Mia, and also Rogers. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Time flew by quickly, and soon it was the day to return to the U.S.A...

Mia was incredibly excited about flying, so on the drive to the airport, she was giggling non-stop, showing no signs of fatigue.

This somewhat comforted Charlotte’s heart. She thought it seemed that as Mia slowly grew up, her health had indeed improved a lot.

Atlas Hallow drove silently all the way, watching Mia sitting in the back seat, and upon seeing that adorable little face, he felt as if he saw the whole world.

Luna Miller and Freya Morgon accompanied Mia in the back seat, with Charlotte sitting in the front passenger seat.

In her arms, she held her father’s ashes, and silently in her heart, she kept repeating, "Daddy, I’m taking you home."

This was her father’s dying wish. For years she had wanted to bring him back, but always lacked the right opportunity. This time, she finally had that chance.

Because they were on Atlas Hallow’s private plane, they used a special passage. After getting out of the car, Luna carried Mia, Freya carried some snacks that Mia wanted, and Charlotte carried the ashes, following Atlas inside.

"Luna..." Just as Charlotte was about to step into the special passage, she heard a familiar voice. Turning around, she saw it was indeed Rogers.

She had told Rogers last night not to come and see her off. Although it wasn’t really a life-and-death farewell, she found such scenes unbearable.

Sure enough, her eyes started to water slightly. In the distance, that sunny young man, with his amber eyes, was filled with sincerity and blessings.

Charlotte handed the ashes to Freya and ran over to tightly hug Rogers.

"I told you not to come, see, I’m about to cry." In fact, her tears had already fallen. There’s always a soft spot in one’s heart that cannot be touched; Charlotte’s tears soaked Rogers’ shirtfront, leaving two wet marks.

"May God bless you, my girl..." Rogers still smiled, and in those transparent amber eyes, it seemed as if lights were twinkling. He cupped Charlotte’s face and gently kissed her forehead—a kiss of blessing.

"I love you, Rogers." Charlotte sobbed. In this world, love is not just about romance between men and women. If it were, wouldn’t it be so narrow?

"I love you too." Rogers took out a handkerchief to wipe Charlotte’s tears. Actually, his Luna was just a stubborn little girl who had been deeply hurt. No outstanding achievements could hide the sorrow and pain in her heart.

He hoped his Luna could let go of all this, but only time could bring about that change.

Atlas stood about ten meters away from Charlotte, watching them embrace and bid farewell, and also saw Charlotte’s tears.

This feeling was truly awful, as if giant waves were surging in his mind without stopping, madly wanting to rush over and pull them apart. Yet his thin lips stayed tightly pressed together, saying nothing, maintaining silence, his large hand clenching tight enough that his nails dug into his palm, and yet he could do nothing.

She was about to return to the homeland with him. Though the idea of "with him" was a one-sided wish, she was indeed about to return to the U.S.A. At least this way, her time with Rogers would significantly decrease.

Feelings and time are actually inseparable and always complement each other.

After returning to the homeland, he would have plenty of time to win Charlotte back.