A plethora of questions surged in Lola’s mind as she stared at the man seated in the living area. Just over an hour ago, this man had left... didn’t he?
He even told her that he would leave the children in her care for tonight.
How come he was still here? And he seemed like he was also trying to kill time in his pajamas!
Atlas just stared at the woman in an onesie with a white panda facial mask on her face. He tilted his head to the side, just staring at Lola’s taste.
"Uh... hello?" Lola laughed awkwardly, turning on her heel as she walked in his direction.
Still, no reaction.
"..." Lola pressed her lips together, conflict flickering in her eyes. This was her home, and yet, he was looking at her like she was the one who had intruded on his place!
To her surprise, Atlas suddenly closed the book he was holding and pushed himself up. He strutted toward her, making Lola, who wasn’t ready for any sudden alien contact, almost take a step back. But she barely pulled her foot back before she stopped.
In the end, she stood motionless in the same spot until he was standing right before her. Her brows rose in intrigue, staring at him up close. She had been looking at him, but this was the first time he was this close. Surely, his face hadn’t changed much since high school—just a little more mature, but still as sharp and perfectly structured as she remembered.
Under his gaze, she couldn’t help but remember the times when he stared at her with those same eyes that gave nothing away.
"What?" she asked.
Seeing him raise his hand, she clasped her hand tightly. She held her breath as he reached out, almost giving her a heart attack as he pinched the side of her facial mask on her temple.
"Huh?" Lola looked at him in utter confusion while his hand pressed on her temple.
"It bothers me," he said, trying to fix the portion of the mask that wasn’t sticking to her temple properly.
For a second, Lola just stood there while he tugged at the mask and even fixed it as a whole to cover her entire face.
"..." She blinked, staring at him blankly.
No kabedon or anything like that? Seriously? It’s just the mask that’s bothering him?
The thought almost made her jump and laugh to herself. After all, some of her earlier stories had the most insane interactions between leads that sometimes, she too had to admit didn’t make sense.
What made her think this man would do such a thing?
"By the way," his quiet voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his fingertips slow as he dabbed at the facial mask. "It seems there’s a misunderstanding between you and your family."
Hearing that, her brows arched. "There’s no such thing as a misunderstanding between us," she corrected, her tone changing since he brought up her family. "They knew, and just chose not to understand."
"I’m not talking about that." His hand stopped, but his fingertips remained gently pressed on her skin. He slowly met her eyes as he continued, "It’s the partnership between Summit Partners and the NL Group of Companies. Harvey made a mistake and didn’t clarify who to credit."
Deep lines appeared between her brows as she tried to process his words.
"Today, I told Allen to forget about clarifying the misunderstanding," he added just as quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Would you mind? Or do you like to be thanked by them?"
"..." Her mouth opened and closed slightly, but instead of answering, she blurted out, "You... you’re the one who bought Summit Partners?"
Of course, it does!
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