Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 522 - 282 Journey Back to the United States_4

"Go ahead." Atlas Hallow sipped his usual black coffee, his gaze resting on her with an undeniable hint of affection.

"You have to promise not to get angry or stop me from doing this." Charlotte Miller wanted to insure herself before speaking, although she felt Atlas Hallow was different from his past self, if he went crazy, there would be significant trouble.

"Would I just watch you get married without stopping it?" Atlas Hallow’s lips held a hidden indulgent smile. What could she possibly do to upset him?

It seemed he could tolerate everything about her, even if she wanted to attack the Hallow Clan, he wouldn’t be angry or stop her. He had already expressed his heart in this way, yet she still doubted him?

"I’m going to have a wedding." Charlotte lowered her head, her long lashes shielding her mesmerizing eyes as she dared not look at Atlas Hallow.

"What did you say?" Atlas Hallow asked, his voice hoarse, finding it hard to believe his own ears. Was she joking?

She said she was going to have a wedding, yet he knew nothing about it.

Shouldn’t the person she’s having the wedding with be him?

"Listen to me. Rogers’ grandmother is a very traditional and stubborn Christian, and in her mind, those things are sinful. You know such stubborn elderly people are impossible to persuade, and now, at her dying moment, I need to return to fulfill my promise, Rogers needs me..." After Charlotte finished speaking, she looked up at Atlas Hallow with a very gentle voice, "This was originally just a secret, I’m telling you because I trust you won’t use it to threaten me."

What else could he say?

He should feel happy, because Charlotte was willing to share something with him, but how could he possibly be happy? Even if the wedding was just to comfort a dying old woman, he found it unacceptable.

How could he bear the sight of her donning a wedding dress and walking into the church with another man, saying yes in front of God?

His heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, yet he couldn’t think of a good reason to stop it, as he understood Charlotte’s nature too well; she was the kind of person who would go all out for a friend.

"When?" Atlas Hallow’s mind buzzed, anything involving her seemed challenging, hard to handle calmly.

And now, she was to marry another man, which was far from a small matter.

"After breakfast, I’m going to pick up Mia. My flight is in the afternoon." Charlotte plucked up her courage to finish speaking, then lowered her head, this time truly unable to face Atlas Hallow.

So beautiful she was, and the words she spoke so gentle and moving, yet this gentleness felt like an unseen soft knife cutting him.

"I meant, when is the wedding?" The voice was terrifyingly hoarse, his head ached as though this situation was more exhausting than going to Las Vegas alone.

Exhausting was an understatement; it felt like his flesh was being carved, his blood drained, as if she didn’t intend for him to live peacefully anymore.

"It should be the day after I get off the plane, Grandmother Mary has very little time left; if it weren’t unavoidable, Rogers wouldn’t ask me to go back." Actually, she highly respected Grandmother Mary, who was a noble and virtuous old lady, aside from being unable to accept Rogers’ choices.

"You’ve thought a lot for others, have you thought about me?" It seemed like the hotel’s coffee tasted off; Atlas Hallow felt incredibly bitter, this bitterness even seeped into his heart.

"You’re so strong..." Charlotte whispered, her fluttering eyelashes betraying her fluctuating emotions.

But in front of her, what use was his strength? Was strength a reason for her not to consider his feelings?

If feigning weakness could lead to a wedding, he would indeed be willing to appear vulnerable.

"Let me take you." Atlas Hallow’s voice was filled with agony; he wanted to stop her yet knew he couldn’t. If he stopped her, Charlotte might end up hating him for a lifetime.

"You?" Charlotte lifted her head sharply, looking incredulously at Atlas Hallow. He wanted to take her to the United States to marry Rogers?

"Yes." Atlas Hallow’s voice remained suppressed and pained, yet it was absolutely certain.