Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 523 - 283 Holding someone else’s wife, is it particularly exciting?

Chapter 523: 283 Holding someone else’s wife, is it particularly exciting?

Atlas Hallow’s tone was tinged with bitterness, and full of helplessness.

He looked at Charlotte Miller seriously and nodded, parting his thin lips to say, "Let me take you there. Such a long flight must be uncomfortable, and I have a playroom on my plane. She will like it."

Moreover, his plane not only had a playroom but also a small kitchen to ensure Mia could have fresh and delicious food. He had already missed Mia’s birth and didn’t want to miss any more time.

Besides, he couldn’t bear the thought of his beloved daughter being cramped on a plane for dozens of hours; it would be suffocating.

But what he couldn’t bear the most was Charlotte Miller. He couldn’t bear to let her go help Rogers with a nervous heart.

Even though he knew the wedding was just a formality, the thought of that scene made him feel suffocated, unable to breathe.

Yet, he had to force himself to face the truth. His overconfidence back then and the mistakes he made led to this outcome.

He understood Charlotte Miller’s nature; she would rather have her friends owe her instead of owing them a favor.

She owed Rogers a lot, and this favor should have been repaid by him, but now he’s powerless.

"Why must it be you who marries him? Can’t someone else do it?" Atlas Hallow asked persistently, stubbornly like a child at that moment.

"Of course not. For a long time, Rogers only interacted with me among women. Even if it’s a white lie for Grandmother Mary, it must be a decent story, making me the best candidate. Besides, Mia did need Rogers to take on the father role at that time, leaving me no choice." Charlotte Miller answered all of Atlas Hallow’s questions without avoiding any.

Of course, with Rogers’ conditions, marrying a woman at random is easy, but he can’t take that risk. What if someone reveals his secret?

"If Rogers’ grandmother were alive, he certainly wouldn’t fear anyone knowing, or even make it public, but he can’t do that. She is the grandmother he loves most and is already nearing the end of her life." Charlotte emphasized that this matter could not be known by others, at least not until Rogers’ grandmother passed away; it must remain a secret.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll threaten you again by telling me this?" In fact, he had personally investigated Rogers because the circumstances between Charlotte and him were peculiar, so he already knew about this. That day, Charlotte was angry at him because he found out.

"No, I trust you wouldn’t. If you were still the old Atlas Hallow, it wouldn’t be worth telling you such personal matters." Charlotte spoke softly, her eyes shimmering with trust.

Atlas Hallow inwardly let out a long sigh, knowing that even if his heart was torn, he had to go on this journey.

Maybe, once he repaid this favor to Rogers, Charlotte’s heart could settle and be with him.

Otherwise, with Charlotte’s nature, she would never propose to break the engagement actively, even if it was just a superficial one.

And whom could he blame for all this? Only himself for not being by Charlotte’s side back then and taking care of Mia, leading her to owe such an enormous favor to Rogers, who lacked nothing else, his family being vast and career successful.

He just lacked the persona of a perfect wife. Someone as gentle, smart, loyal, filial, and especially as strikingly beautiful as Charlotte—who wouldn’t like her?

She is the best candidate for a wife, yet this time she’s walking down the aisle with someone else.

From the moment he started having feelings for Charlotte, he kept thinking about what Luna Miller said: Charlotte was destined to marry twice, and now it was actually happening.

Fate seemed like a strange hand, irresistibly pushing people forward, sweeping them all into a huge vortex, from which no one could escape. Despite his countless attempts to defy fate’s arrangement, in the end, he returned to the start. She was indeed going to have two weddings.

So, if it’s truly destined for two weddings, let this one end quickly so he can rightfully have her.

After all, that simply registered ceremony hardly counted as a wedding, and he owed Charlotte the grandest of weddings.

"I hope to personally take you there, and personally bring you back." This was not just a hope; he had to personally bring her back. Privately, Atlas Hallow thought that the old lady didn’t have many days left, so she should quickly ascend to the Heaven’s Realm, and then he could take his woman back.

"What are you thinking?" Charlotte saw Atlas Hallow looking a bit distracted and couldn’t help but ask.

"Oh, nothing..." Atlas Hallow curved his lips slightly, smiling casually. He certainly couldn’t say he hoped Grandmother Mary would promptly go to meet God.

But what if, unfortunately, things didn’t go his way, and Charlotte had to stay in the United States for some time?

The Las Vegas trip couldn’t be delayed too long; at most, he had to go there within ten days, as everything was arranged already.

But should he let Charlotte live with Rogers?

"Are you thinking about how I’ll live with Rogers after the wedding? Moving to his castle and sharing a room with him?" Charlotte lowered her voice, speaking with a hint of mischief.

She saw Atlas’s face darken, seemingly harboring a swirling storm in his eyes: "Do you want me to finish off that Mary?"

Atlas Hallow’s serious tone startled Charlotte, and she quickly tried to laugh it off: "I was joking with you, why so anxious? If anything had happened between me and Rogers, Mia should have a mixed-race brother or sister by now. Don’t overthink."

Charlotte sternly warned Atlas, after all these years, that the man was still like this; some things shouldn’t even be joked about.

"Aren’t you sharing a room with him?" Atlas asked somewhat displeased, his eyes fixed on Charlotte, wanting to see how she’d answer.

This was really digging a pit for himself to jump into, and Atlas seemed unwilling to let go of this question.

"We share a room, but it’s a suite connected to a study. Don’t you know the Rogers family estate is quite large, so he sleeps in the study? Rogers is a standard gentleman." Charlotte earnestly explained her living situation at the estate. After all, since she’d told Atlas, there was no need to leave him with a thorn in his heart.

"How do you know so clearly? Have you slept...?" Atlas asked with a light tail note, but it sounded somewhat dangerous.

How did the conversation stray so far? It was truly a headache.

"Of course, I have. The Rogers Family often hosts balls and events like Christmas. Mia often gets tired playing and sleeps there. What’s the big deal?" Charlotte feigned surprised oversensitivity, picked up her purse, and stood: "It’s about time. I need to pick up Mia. Do you need to prepare anything?"

Atlas was frustrated to death but could only stand up as well.

He didn’t need to prepare anything; his private plane had everything needed, including a change of clothes.

Considering the conversation just now, Charlotte took two steps, then daringly added, "Actually, I think you should prepare something. After all, it’s to witness the ceremony, so being formal is better."

He almost spat blood. This young lady was getting more and more sharp-tongued, saying things that pricked the heart. Atlas took a large step forward, wrapping an arm around Charlotte’s waist.

"Isn’t it thrilling to hold someone else’s wife?" Charlotte tiptoed and whispered in Atlas Hallow’s ear, biting her lip and watching him stifle, then burst out laughing...

"Of course, thrilling. Sneaking around is even more thrilling; when will you satisfy me?" His large hand gripped Charlotte’s waist tighter. She was slightly breathless, unable to break free, and as they were pressed together, his scent filled her breath.

"I cannot accompany you. I’m a proper person." Charlotte playfully punched Atlas’s shoulder, and then they walked out of the hotel together.

The car parked outside the Foster Family’s alley, the cobblestone road stretching endlessly, and Charlotte told Atlas to wait by the door.

"I’ll go pick up my mom and Mia." Charlotte had called earlier, and her mom had had the luggage ready.

"What about Luna? Isn’t she coming?" Atlas was somewhat puzzled. These years the Miller Family seemed inseparable wherever they went.

"She has a competition to attend, something planned early on, so she can’t make it." It wasn’t truly a wedding, so she told Luna there was no need to come.

Atlas nodded, leaning against the car door, watching Charlotte walk into the cobblestone alley...