Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 491 - 269 I feel disgusted every time I think about what you guys did back then.

"Charlotte, that’s not what I meant..." Atlas Hallow hurriedly tried to go after her to explain, but Charlotte slammed the door shut.

She was really very angry, always believing that perhaps after so much time had passed and after going through so many things, Atlas Hallow’s character would have changed, that he would understand how to respect her, how to truly love someone.

Turns out he was still threatening her like he used to.

Moreover, Atlas Hallow didn’t even consider everything Rogers had done for her and Mia over the years—time, effort, and much more genuine feelings.

Charlotte quickly finished freshening up and came out wearing a bathrobe.

Seeing Atlas Hallow standing at the bathroom door, she didn’t want to even take another look at him and bypassed him to walk away.

Atlas Hallow grabbed Charlotte’s arm and said in a low voice, "Charlotte, can’t you calm down a bit?"

Charlotte looked up at Atlas Hallow, as if looking at someone she had never known. It was really funny; this man was asking her to calm down.

"I’ve always been calm; it’s you who has never been calm. You still think I’m your possession even today, but I am an independent individual, Atlas. You must understand this." Charlotte stood in front of Atlas Hallow and said, word by word, "If you don’t know how to write the word ’respect,’ then you should check the dictionary and think about it properly."

When it comes to matters of emotion, it’s actually the same for both men and women; one side wants to hold on tightly, while those ephemeral, shapeless feelings are like fine sand in one’s hand—the tighter one tries to hold on, the more the fine sand trickles away bit by bit, until it’s completely gone, leaving an empty hand.

Atlas Hallow just wants to hold onto all these feelings, but once again touches Charlotte’s taboo.

She hates it the most when someone hurts her beloved family and friends, which is unforgivable.

So when Atlas Hallow loses his touch, Charlotte will resist like a rebellious child.

Blindly refusing everything about him.

The large space fell into a silent emptiness, and at that moment, the doorbell rang.

Charlotte, boiling with anger, strode to the door and opened it directly.

Annie was standing outside.

She was holding a large kraft paper bag and, seeing Charlotte in a bathrobe, could understand what had happened.

Annie simply smiled without saying a word, handed the kraft paper bag to Charlotte, then quietly asked, "President Miller, do you need me to take you back to the company?"

Seeing Charlotte’s angry face, it seemed like there had been an argument, but the room behind Charlotte was still filled with a lingering intense aroma of passion, leaving her somewhat puzzled. *** Could it be that they argued first thing in the morning?

"Yeah, perfect." Charlotte suppressed her fury; there were still piles of things to deal with today. She had no time to be angry with this annoying man.

"Then I’ll wait for you downstairs, take your time. I’ll just grab a simple breakfast at the downstairs restaurant." Annie looked at Charlotte, who needed to tidy up a bit, giving her just enough time to have breakfast.

"Alright, I’ll come down to find you in a bit." Charlotte closed the door. Atlas Hallow stood behind her, and as she turned around, Atlas stretched his long arm to enclose her between the door panel and his chest.

"Charlotte, you always never give me a chance to explain. If you had told me back then that you heard the conversation from the recorder, we wouldn’t have missed so much time." Atlas Hallow’s fingers lightly stroked Charlotte’s face, his voice hoarse and heart-wrenching.

"Opportunities should not be given by others. I already know you wanted me to bear a child for your mistress; what else should I ask you? Should I sit and wait until I give birth, and then you take him away to give him to Hailey Hill? Thinking about what happened back then makes me sick." Charlotte looked into Atlas Hallow’s eyes, dark as ink, and spoke loudly, one word at a time.

She hadn’t forgotten what happened back then, wasn’t unperturbed; it’s just because she had Mia, she hoped she could be calm and gentle to bring the best for Mia, but once encountering this man, he could instantly ignite the fire in her heart.

That sentence was like a sharp knife, cutting through the air and slashing open his chest, causing him to wince in pain.