Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 27 - 025 Did he streak for her?

Michael Angelo’s David? Atlas Hallow looked at her lowered eyelashes, gently trembling like fragile butterfly wings, yet there was a subtle and hard-to-notice light in her eyes, wise yet with a hint of playful cunning and agility.

"Do you think there’s a difference between the actual person and the statue?" He felt her breathing rise and fall, an extremely faint cold fragrance slowly creeping into his body, seemingly flowing through his blood.

"Actually, I’ve also seen the real thing. You don’t know that we have streaking in our college every year, and I’ve watched it for two years now..." Charlotte Miller quickly slipped away from under his arm after saying this, agile like a little mudfish, and happily dashed to the door. She opened the door and turned to look at him, saying proudly: "And it’s not just one person, it’s a whole group of them..." After speaking, she quickly dashed into the elevator, with only a bath towel wrapped around her. She bet he wouldn’t chase her.

Quite daring, watching streaking? Atlas Hallow watched her skip away happily like a little deer in the forest, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened further.

At breakfast, everyone from the Hallow Family was present as usual, but Ava Walker looked quite unwell, her face completely devoid of color, as if all the vitality had been drained from her body. She was slumped weakly over the table.

"Charlotte, where’s Atlas?" Kinsley Lee saw Charlotte come down alone and felt a bit curious. These days, the two had come downstairs together, but today was different. Hopefully nothing’s wrong.

"He’s still changing clothes." Charlotte was respectful towards this mother-in-law because, in the Hallow Family, Kinsley was relatively caring towards her. So she spoke politely, never expecting to have a mother-daughter relationship with her mother-in-law, but getting along well was necessary. She also didn’t know how long she would stay with the Hallow Family. She might leave soon, or maybe she might never leave.

Her breakfast was served, surprisingly fragrant sweet soy milk, along with freshly fried dough sticks and exquisitely steamed red bean buns. Such common food surprisingly appeared on the Hallow Family’s dining table, showing Atlas Hallow’s taste is really unpredictable, just like him.

Just as she broke the crispy fried dough into small pieces and soaked them in the soy milk bowl, Atlas Hallow came down.

Without looking up, she quickly dunked all the dough sticks into the soy milk bowl. As she was about to eat, one big hand reached over and took away her bowl of soy milk with dough sticks.

"How did you know I like soaking dough sticks when eating?" He sat beside her, whispering, but everyone at the table heard him, including Ava Walker.

She didn’t know those small pills were so potent, almost taking her life last night. She had to rush back to her room and force herself to vomit, expelling more than half of them. If she hadn’t thrown up some, it would have truly cost her half her life.

Looking at Atlas Hallow, she knew she should give up, but she couldn’t let go. This was the man she loved all her life. Yet, when he walked over and threw the pills into her mouth last night, it really made her feel like dying. Why hadn’t she realized earlier that this man never liked her, not even a little bit? He just didn’t like trouble, so he indulged her antics, probably without any sense of friendship from growing up together?

But why Charlotte Miller? Why does Charlotte deserve his affection? Why does she earn his favor? So many women tried to attach themselves to him, never meeting a good end, why, oh why, Charlotte?

The housekeeper served another breakfast, placing it in front of Charlotte Miller. It looked identical, but the buns had different stuffing; hers was red bean paste, while his was mushroom and chicken.

Charlotte took his plate of small buns and started eating. The mushroom and chicken flavor was indeed excellent, even the juice inside the buns was incredibly delicious. While the Hallow Family’s breakfast seemed ordinary, it was the result of a chef’s effort; the soy milk was stone-ground, and the dough sticks fried crisper. She finished the entire portion and saw everyone looking at her with surprised eyes, smiling a little shyly: "Is it rare for women not to diet?"

Her appetite had always been good, probably because of youth. Her metabolism was better, and she never gained weight regardless of how much she ate, so she never restricted herself.

After Atlas Hallow finished eating, she stood up with him. The happiest moments of the day consisted of her aimless wandering during work, capturing rumors, and passing time. Before she figured out how to leave the Hallow Clan and work for herself, it was the best choice.

As the car door closed, sealing the entire space, Charlotte Miller cautiously tried to sit in the back. But when Atlas Hallow’s dark eyes glanced over her face, she sighed long in her heart and still sat in the front passenger seat.

"Isn’t your courage pretty big?" He expertly started the car, driving along the Hallow Family’s driveway, the carved iron gate was already opened. For some reason, as soon as she left the Hallow Family, she would feel relaxed.

"I was speaking the truth. Are you going to dig my eyes out because I watched many men? If it weren’t for coming back early this year, I planned to keep watching." Anyway, things already were at this stage, Charlotte Miller decided to go all out and put everything on the table, actually, it wasn’t a big deal.

"Did you participate?" Atlas Hallow wasn’t too concerned about how much she watched, he was more concerned about how much others watched her.

"No." Her thoughts weren’t exactly conservative, but she didn’t participate in streaking for stress relief, as she never had stress abroad before, all the pressure started only now.

Atlas Hallow was surprised at his sudden idea; he wondered if anyone had seen her body, he would pluck their eyes one by one. It had been a long time since he had had such violent thoughts, yet her few jokes could easily incite bloody ideas in him.

"Does this mean I can’t watch streaking anymore?" Charlotte Miller muttered quietly, seeming a little unwilling, Atlas Hallow placed one hand on the steering wheel and reached over with the other, gently stroking her delicate face, whispering: "You can watch, just watch me..."

What did he mean? Was he going to streak for her? Charlotte Miller was dumbfounded again, stunned, not knowing how to respond.