Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 584 - 321 You are different from them_2

"Do you think with her like this, I can keep her for you?" Joshua Hughes raised an eyebrow, his voice becoming incredibly calm, as if the fierce battle just now had never happened.

"Then leave me half, at least..." Atlas Hallow got into the car and as he started it, he leaned out the window, his chiseled face earnest as he spoke.

Julian Carter was tidying up the aftermath, watching Joshua Hughes, covered in injuries, calmly saying, "You should go to the hospital and get treated. Edward Parker and I will go after the person."

To need his boss to personally chase someone who wanted to escape, it really meant he was no longer capable in his role.

As a special assistant, he was very savvy, Joshua Hughes smiled and then took Avery Jane’s hand, got into the car, and headed straight to the hospital, while Julian Carter and a group of people ran towards the pier, where Edward Parker had already gone ahead to intercept.

This time, they would definitely ensure Big Head George had no chance of escape.

Even in the finest hospital rooms, there is always a faint smell of disinfectant, Avery Jane’s hand was already bandaged.

And Joshua Hughes was still getting his wounds stitched.

He had just single-handedly blocked a wild assault by over a dozen people, not allowing a single person to harm her at the alleyway’s entrance.

So, he had multiple cuts on his body, the longest one on his shoulder, took over twenty stitches. He sat there, bare-chested, letting the doctor clean his wound, his eyes fixed on the person sitting across the chair.

She quietly looked at him; she always seemed to him as pure and gentle as a night-blooming cereus.

But she was constantly transforming, maybe because she had lost a child, or due to too many upheavals, she had become more mature, exuding an irresistible fatal allure.

Avery Jane looked at his cut-open shirt, large patches of thick-red blood with its strong metallic scent confronted her.

The doctor used one cotton ball after another to clean it, while he didn’t flinch at all. When she first saw he was injured, she panicked so much, so panicked, she was at a loss, not knowing what to do at all.

After the doctor cleaned and stitched the wounds, he sensibly retreated.

"Come here..." His hoarse voice, like an enchanting celestial sound in the dark night, awakened her fragile, ethereal soul.

Avery Jane walked over gently, but before she got close, his long arms pulled her in, and she fell into his embrace.

"What are you afraid of, Avery Jane, what are you afraid of with me?" He could see her fear; was she questioning his ability to protect her? This was the greatest insult to a man.

The freshly stitched wounds on his body were at the verge of bursting due to his intense movements.

He pressed against her forehead, listening to her erratic breathing and heartbeat.

He really couldn’t hold back, even if it meant being slapped hard by her, even if she would later kill his heart again with cold words, he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold her tightly, kiss her completely.

"I’m not afraid." Avery Jane’s eyes flickered for a moment, she was avoiding, which Joshua Hughes had already seen through.

"Little liar..." He chuckled lowly, gently pulling Avery Jane closer, not caring at all about the wounds on his body.

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Charlotte Miller felt a bit dizzy, and when she woke up, any movement made her chest hurt terribly, even breathing felt not smooth.

"Don’t move, just tell me what you want to do." She opened her eyes, and through a wave of dizziness, she saw Atlas Hallow.

The anxiety and affection in his eyes were unmistakably clear, without a hint of disguise.

"I want to sit up." Lying down, she felt a bit dizzy. Maybe sitting up would help?

Atlas Hallow raised the hospital bed for her, then placed several pillows behind Charlotte Miller, letting her half-recline against them. He poured a cup of water, testing the temperature himself before inserting a straw and holding it to her lips.

"How do you feel now? Is there anywhere else uncomfortable?" Atlas Hallow extended his hand to gently touch Charlotte Miller’s face, as if to ensure she was alright.

"How is Avery Jane? Is she okay?" Charlotte Miller remembered Avery Jane being dragged to the car at the door and hoped nothing had happened to her. Avery Jane’s life had been tragic enough, nothing more should happen to her.

"With Joshua Hughes there, what could happen to her? But Charlotte, did you ever think something might happen to me?" Atlas Hallow’s fingers lingered on Charlotte Miller’s face, reluctant to let go, gently stroking it. This little face was the most beautiful in his eyes, even though one side was swollen, making the face a bit deformed, it didn’t affect how he viewed her at all.

"Did something happen to you? Are you hurt too?" Charlotte Miller gently struggled, wanting to get up, but Atlas Hallow held her.

"The place I’m hurt is in my heart. Charlotte, when will you think of me first? What position do I hold in your heart, besides your mommy, Luna Miller, our Mia, your friend Annie Gray, and Avery Jane, who is more important than me?" Atlas Hallow’s voice was deep and magnetic, but however she listened, it seemed as if he had a bit of complaint.

Was he blaming her for not valuing him enough?

Charlotte Miller extended her hand, gently wrapping it around Atlas Hallow’s waist, softly saying, "You’re different, Atlas. In my heart, you’ve always been different."

His presence gave her an immense sense of security, a sense of security she never had before.

When she first married Atlas Hallow, his presence was attractive, filled with mysterious allure, but at that time, he never really gave her a grounded sense of security.

After so many things happened between them, Charlotte Miller found, after all the hurt had passed, that Atlas Hallow could provide her with that kind of stable security.

This feeling was very magical; he still had enough charm, but it seemed that after the elusive mystery faded, it was a solid security they could live with together.

This was very important to her.

"How different?" Atlas Hallow still held her gently, her body still carrying a faint rose scent, speaking with a bit of helplessness: "Because they are women, and I’m a man?"

"No, they need my protection, and you can protect me..." Charlotte Miller’s voice was soft, so gentle as if afraid to disturb the butterfly resting on the flower, it sounded like a murmur in a dream.

She didn’t disguise her true feelings; in front of her family and friends, she always appeared as a strong figure, but what woman is born wanting to be a strong figure?

She liked to rely on his shoulder like this; all her sense of security came from his body, his scent, his breath, his heartbeat; this feeling really made her reluctant to push him away.

"Let me protect you for a lifetime, will you? Charlotte, would you marry me again?" This was not a good time, not a good place, but he couldn’t help blurting it out.

Since they had bared their hearts to each other, why wouldn’t she be willing to register with him again?