Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 37 - 035 Will you? Then give it a try.

The car slowly drove into the Hallow Family estate, the large mansion remaining as quiet as if the whole world had fallen asleep.

Charlotte Miller always felt an immense curiosity about the Hallow Family; it didn’t feel like a home at all.

A home with so many people seemed as though no one had ever appeared; they only gathered at the dining table for meals, even then the atmosphere was incredibly cold and detached.

Actually, the number of people in a home doesn’t necessarily make it lively; if hearts aren’t united, no matter how many people there are, it feels desolate.

Now, she too was affected by this atmosphere, avoiding encounters as much as possible, hiding as far as she could, after all, she was just a passerby in the Hallow Family.

In Ava Walker’s bedroom, the lights had long been turned off, but the curtain was slightly parted, and she stood by the window watching Atlas Hallow get off the car, then park the car in the garage, with one arm wrapped around Charlotte Miller’s waist as they ascended the steps together.

What spell had he fallen under? Charlotte Miller was so obviously cheating on him, yet he showed no anger, even buying her an entire room’s worth of clothes and items, returning so intimately?

Ava realized she’d never really understood Atlas Hallow, not even a little.

She had been the woman beside him the longest, since childhood, yet never truly comprehended him; how deeply did this man conceal his thoughts?

Charlotte’s heart raced, not knowing if it was resistance or anticipation, oblivious to the fact someone was watching her and Atlas’s actions from the shadows.

The housekeeper and servants seemed to have vanished as if by magic; when he wrapped an arm around her and walked through the huge living room into the elevator, not a soul was in sight.

Aside from the large antique clock’s ticking, all she could hear was her own heartbeat.

"Why so tense?" The waist beneath his palm, which should have been soft, had become a bit stiff, her muscles taut, her breathing slightly rushed: "Afraid I really won’t let you up?" The warm breath cascaded down from her forehead.

Charlotte felt a bit dizzy, the male scent swirling around in the small elevator, stirring the air so much she didn’t dare breathe, afraid absorbing his scent would enchant her.

"How am I tense?" Her voice was light, like a helium balloon, as Atlas pressed her shoulders, fingers brushing her lips, sliding down from her lips past her delicate collarbone to her chest.

The large hand rested on her chest, feeling her heart beating like a drum, each pulse vibrating his palm.

"Not tense, when your heart’s racing like this?" His deep voice, rich with magnetism, rose in the air, and the pressure of his palm gradually increased...

Charlotte was pressed against the cold mirrored wall of the elevator, Atlas looked at the open elevator door, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Or do you find the elevator more exciting?"

His question was so ambiguous, Charlotte leaped from the elevator like a cat, turning back to retort sharply: "Uncle, you’re so old, you’re the one who can’t handle the excitement, alright?" She pulled a face before darting into the bedroom.

The little girl dared to call him uncle? Teased him and still ran so fast?

Pushing open the bedroom door, Charlotte had already whisked into the bathroom like a gust of wind, closing the door behind her.

Was she playing hide-and-seek with him? Atlas took off his suit jacket, unbuttoning his shirt gracefully as he walked, his black shirt open, he reached out to push open the bathroom door.

"Ah... What are you doing?" Charlotte stood under the shower spray, small warm droplets cascading onto her skin, creating a mesmerizing glow. She didn’t need any fancy clothes, her skin was the most envied garment by women, like creamy ivory.

Amidst the play of light and water, in the steamy mist, her skin was so white it seemed to emit a glow like milk pudding she had once eaten as a child.

"Nothing, don’t you think we should have a proper chat? After all, there’s a generation gap between us." The man’s face appeared gentle and harmless as he walked in, leaning against the sink with legs crossed, clearly not intending to leave.

"You should leave first; if your pants get splashed with water they’ll lose their shape." Charlotte felt a bit anxious; she hadn’t meant to provoke this man, lest she unwittingly put herself in danger.

"Will they? Let’s see." Atlas stepped in barefoot, tossing his wide-open black shirt into the basket, belt undone, and striding to stand under the shower in his luxurious tailored trousers.

He was completely soaked now, Charlotte stared blankly at the man in dress pants; had he gone mad?