Beyond The Divorce - Season 5 Episode 69

We spent the afternoon openly sharing our thoughts, turning it into a ranting session. After a while, we smiled at each other knowingly.

As it was getting late, Atlas called, saying he would pick me up for dinner.

I excused myself, and coincidentally, Jared returned to the ward at the same time.

When I got downstairs, Atlas was waiting. Amidst the crowd, he always stood out, shining like a star.

Seeing me, the cold demeanor on his handsome face immediately softened, and he extended his hand to me.

“Tired?” “Definitely hungry.” I replied with a

coy smile.

“Then let’s feed you quickly.” He : smiled warmly. “And later, you’ll have the energy to feed me too.” I was about to explode at his suggestive remark. This man and his constant innuendos.

He playfully pulled me into his arms and we got into his car. His entourage took my car back home.

As soon as we sat down at the restaurant, someone approached.

When I looked up, I met a pair of gloomy eyes, none other than that of Harmony. It was ironic how in this small city, you could always bump into people you wanted to avoid the most.

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Some people and situations were just

like that. The more you wanted to distance yourself, the less you could.

I couldn’t help but curse silently.

Foswood truly was small; you could run into unwanted encounters everywhere.

Harmony shot me a fierce glare before turning to Atlas, instantly plastering a smile on her face. Softly, she said, “Atlas… When did you come back? I didn’t know.” Atlas glanced at her indifferently.

“Since when do I need to report my schedule to you, Ms. Harmony?” I couldn’t help but chuckle and sigh.

“That’s not what I meant. I’ve been waiting for you to come back, wanting

to talk to you about the next season’s promotions,” she tried a different approach by shifting the conversation to work matters.

Atlas’s expression soured. He looked up to give her a brief glance. “Next season? I don’t think the next season has anything to do with you. And besides, work matters should be discussed in the office. Now is my private time, and I don’t want anyone to disturb it. You wouldn’t be lacking such manners, would you?” Harmony’s face turned pale. She shot me a glance, unwilling to give up.

“But…” “T have something to discuss with Ms.

Chloe,” he said, his eyes flashing with iciness as he replied to Harmony.

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Harmony composed herself and put on

a smile. “Alright, we’ll talk tomorrow then. I won’t disturb your conversation.” She set herself a way out, giving a graceful wave to Atlas and leaving without even sparing me a glance.

I looked up at Atlas, who motioned for the waiter to take our orders. He sought my opinion from time to time.

I felt an eerie gaze fixed on us all the while. Frankly, being under someone’s surveillance made me uncomfortable.

Harmony’s seat wasn’t far away. Her eyes carried a sinister gleam as she looked at me.

As the dishes arrived, Atlas took the steak the waiter brought and elegantly cut it into smaller pieces before placing

it in front of me. “You just focus on eating.” Watching him do all this for me, I felt a sense of deja vu. He had done something similar for me a long time ago, or so it seemed, but how was that possible? We hadn’t known each other for that long, all things considered.

We had eaten a few meals together, seldom steaks, but whenever we did, he did precisely that.

”T always feel like we’ve known each other in another life.” I smiled at him.

“”No one knows why I don’t like eating steak is because I can’t cut it.” €9 “You don’t know how to cut a steak.

You don’t like to peel oranges. You like to add vinegar to your noodles. Am | | right?” He casually listed my habits as | if reciting them from memory.

[ looked at him in surprise, slightly unsettled. “How did you know?” It could be possible for him to know I didn’t like cutting steaks, but no one knew my secret, which was that I disliked peeling oranges.

He looked at me with a calm expression. “Girls tend to dislike it. It’s just a guess.” I immediately relaxed. Then I gave him a playful smile. “Ah, I see. Have you seen many girls like this? Or is it…

Annalise… Oh, no, is the real Stella like this?” His hand froze slightly, then he looked at me with a gentle expression. There was a hidden smile in his eyes that was difficult to decipher its meaning.