He called and said he’d return to Foswood on Friday. Although he had been gone for over 20 days, he only called me three times. He told me over the phone that the trip was fruitful, and I was relieved. Atlas only gave me a little over a week to complete the task. Ever since Atlas went to Quillbrooke, I had only seen him at the press conference from a distance. He hadn’t called me since his return, and I didn’t want to disturb him.After meeting a client, I spotted Stella coming out of Galar Tower.She was excited to see me. “You’re back, Ms. Chloe!”I asked, “Were you looking for me?”“Yeah. I was at E-Times, so I stopped by to ask you out for lunch. So much for trying to surprise you.” Disappointed, she let out a gentle smile. “Hey, I wanted to treat you the other day, but you weren’t around. Come on,” I said, gesturing for her to get into my car. I took her to the restaurant that Lauren and I went to. Although Josh and Melanie spoiled my appetite back then, the food mad

I was flustered when I saw his name. I wasn’t going to pick it up, but my finger slipped and I hit the answer button. “What took you so long?” I rolled my eyes at his commanding tone. Getting no answer, he asked, “What’s the matter?”“Nothing…”“You don’t sound happy hearing my voice,” he said. “Should I be happy?” I asked. Happy that he finally thought of me? Come on.He said, dissatisfied, "I haven’t heard from you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know I was back.” “Hey, did you check your phone? Don’t assume it’s my fault, alright? Also, why should I keep calling you? People gossip about divorced women all the time. You should stay away from me, shouldn’t you?”I caught myself sounding upset because he hadn’t called me. Just as I wanted to explain, he hung up. What the hell was wrong with this man? Why did he have to hang up on me all the time?I nearly threw my phone away. How could he not even say goodbye?Two days later, Ryan returned to the office. I almost couldn’t r

Atlas brought me to the resort again, but he strode away alone after getting out of the car. I mumbled, “He was stalking me, yet he acts like I’m wrong?”The driver exited the car and whispered, “Ms. Chloe.”I stopped and looked at him. He glanced at Atlas, who had walked out of earshot, and said, “Mr. Atlas had a busy week, and he rushed back from Operose just to meet you. He hasn’t even had dinner—"“Hurry up!” Atlas’s voice startled me.The driver quickly shut up, wanting to say more but couldn’t. Meanwhile, I realized why Atlas was upset and felt terrible. Then, I nodded at the driver and chased after Atlas, softening my attitude.After entering the room, Atlas walked toward a sofa and removed his jacket. Immediately after, he stopped to look at me, and I collided with him. He pulled me along and then pinned me to the sofa.He kissed me passionately, and I couldn’t breathe. I felt a trace of anger in his kisses. After a long while, he stopped and stared at me, asking, “Did yo

Atlas’s words deepened my helplessness, and I became uneasy. I looked down and realized I didn’t just like him a bit. Instead, it seemed I had fallen into his trap. I was puzzled about why he always knew my thoughts, but I knew nothing about him.Furthermore, I couldn’t determine what Atlas meant when he said he liked me. After all, I wasn’t good enough for him regarding my background, status, looks, and age. I should be older than him and was a divorced woman with a four-year-old kid.A man like Atlas could easily find a better woman, yet I always thought of him despite myself. I didn’t know what to do but knew I should stop seeing him. Otherwise, I’d end up heartbroken.“That was why you refused to answer my call. You were trying to avoid me,” Atlas’s tone and gaze lost their warmth.I couldn’t help but step backward and look at him. “You’re right. I wanted to stop seeing you and still do because I’m not good enough for you. Perhaps I’ve been overthinking, but guys like you can g

Carol awaited my decision. After some thought, I looked at her and said, “Since he’s already here, let’s meet him.”Carol smiled. “He might be up to no good, you know.”“It’s up to us to decide whether to work with them, right?” I said dismissively, “Let’s see what he says.”“All right, but please be careful." Carol left, and I watched her go with a raised brow, feeling fond of her. A while later, she led Damian into my office.The chubby man appeared to be in his late thirties. He smiled and shook my hand to greet me, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Chloe.”“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Damian. Have a seat.” I gestured toward the chair before my desk instead of the sofa.“Thanks!” He sat on the chair. “I heard so much about you. People keep telling me how well your company is doing.”I chuckled. “I’m sure every contractor in Foswood has heard of how I almost ran the company to the ground. I’m afraid you’re misinformed, Mr. Damian.”Damian blushed and smiled embarrassedly. “You’re being mo