Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 24 - 022 The man who controls his desires is the most terrifying

It’s truly torment; she feels like a fish caught by him and thrown ashore, trembling under his disposal without any ability to resist. Not far away is the ocean where she could escape; diving deep into the water, she could flee far from this suffocating feeling. But she knows she cannot escape, it’s destined that she cannot escape.

The room is so quiet that all she can hear is her own breathing, even the subtle sound of a zipper being pulled open. Sensitive to the outside world, Charlotte Miller can clearly feel every pore on her body seems to open up, breathing in the layered musk scent from him.

Dammit, could she really be seduced by him? She is Charlotte Miller, the invincible Charlotte Miller.

On one hand, she despises herself for being tempted, while on the other hand, her body starts to slowly soften. Charlotte becomes bewildered, should she accept or refuse?

His intentions couldn’t be more obvious, a strong scent of desire spreads between their breaths...

At such a moment, even the sound of knocking becomes particularly piercing.

"Eldest Young Master, the master would like you to come down for a moment." Butler Kent steels himself to knock twice on the door. Newlyweds, especially when the bride is such a delicate beauty, knocking at this time might annoy the Young Master, but what else could he do? He is just a servant, obliged to follow orders. Though Eldest Young Master Hallow has the final say, the master is also a master. In a family with so many people, everyone’s a master. It’s quite tough, isn’t it?

All the sweetness and danger abruptly halt with the knock. His breathing is still somewhat heavy and hot, but his hand, slowly pulling the zipper on her back, stops.

A man capable of controlling his desires is the most terrifying. She can almost feel that what’s flowing in his veins isn’t blood anymore, but mere streaks of flame. Yet, he forcibly stopped himself.

"You should sleep first, don’t wait for me..." Atlas Hallow’s lips gently touch her smooth, jade-like back, feeling like a burning brand to her, making her feel alarmingly hot. She pulls her clothes together on her back and nods hurriedly.

In this matter, she’s really an amateur, so much so that even she finds it somewhat unbelievable. Isn’t it supposed to be instinct? Where is her instinct?

Atlas turned and left the room. When the door was lightly closed, Charlotte just woke up from her dream, softly sitting on the carpet. If it weren’t for an urgent matter in the Hallow Family today, she might have truly become Atlas’s legitimate wife.

Softening her legs, she gathered skirts, pants, and sweaters into the wardrobe, hung them up, then picked up pajamas to the bathroom, intending to soak in a hot bath and sleep beautifully. She stood for quite a long time today, causing her calves to ache slightly.

While brushing her teeth after the bath, she suddenly remembered what Ethan Baird had said, wondering if after eating such strong-flavored food, if he kissed her, he’d pass out from the smell? She couldn’t help but brush a few extra times, while mocking herself, what is she afraid of? Is she really worried that he might kiss her? Worried about the smell of stinky tofu and intestines?

Smiling while rinsing her mouth, then quickly crawling under the covers, it’s already past eleven; there’s still a lot to do tomorrow.

She was completely unaware of what had happened downstairs; after all, Charlotte Miller hadn’t truly blended into the Hallow Family. Even though she now bears the title of Mrs. Hallow, deep down, she’s still the young daughter of the Miller Family.

The hall lights are still brightly on. Walking from the lounge to the dining area requires passing through a corridor. Atlas Hallow’s footsteps steadily progress, as if stirring up oppressive, suffocating air currents, causing the delicate leaves of the precious corridor plants to tremble lightly, as if even the leaves couldn’t withstand the anger radiating from this man.

In the dining room, Ava Walker still sits there, her face pale yet stubbornly defiant.

Before her, there are exquisite pastries, hot milk, a plate of cut fruits, and of course, those boxes of contraceptives placed on the table since the morning.

"I won’t take this stuff." Ava straightens her back, meeting Atlas face to face, speaking directly and frankly.

"Suit yourself." He wonders what his father asked him down for. Turns out Ava is still here, locked in a stalemate. With all the busyness today, he almost forgot all about this matter.

"Then I’ll go back to my room first." Ava stands up. In the Hallow Family, Atlas Hallow’s word is authority, and no one dares challenge him. His "suit yourself" means she can choose whether to take it or not?

Sitting in the dining room all day, she’s almost gone mad. Apart from bathroom breaks, the housekeeper strictly watches over her, not letting her return to her room, nor letting her go to work. Suddenly, she finds everything different in the Hallow Family since Charlotte came; nothing is as it used to be.

She used to believe she was the most cherished woman in the Hallow Family, but was that all just her illusion?

Or did Charlotte come and take her place?

When she stood, her legs were weak; sitting for an entire day nearly drove her insane. Yet as she softens her legs, ready to leave, Atlas’s voice comes, cold as if from the depths: "Suit yourself means, if you don’t take them, you can continue sitting here."

Ava freezes entirely, her face white as paper.

She misunderstood, thinking "whatever" meant after gripping all day, things could be regarded as forgotten, but Atlas’s "whatever" means if she doesn’t take the pills, she must still remain here?

"How can you do this? I won’t take them, I just want to return to my room to sleep. If you disagree, then kill me! After all, it’s not the first time someone has been killed in the Hallow Family..." Ava shouted fiercely, as if wishing the entire world could hear.

Atlas’s face slowly darkened, the lighting dividing his profound facial features, half in light, half in shadow, resembling half the face of a god, half of a demon.

After Ava said this, she found the surrounding air becoming colder. That chill seeped into her bones, as if ice blades scraped through her bone seams.

Her gaze trembles violently, watching the tall, handsome man approach her step by step...