NovelBookChapter 124 A Wish Come True | suddenly realized what | wanted to say might dampen the mood.
We had just been swept up in a whirlwind of passion, and it would be a real buzzkill.
| changed the subject.
“The benefits at your company seem amazing.
I'd consider working for you guys if ! didn’t have my own business.” He looked at me calmly and asked, “Why is that?” “Seeing how carefree your assistants are, it's clear your company values its employees.” My reason sounded forced.
He listened to my words with a faint smile on his lips.
Atlas ate elegantly as | rushed through my food.
It might be because | hadn't had a decent meal in days.
| didn’t need to act all prim and proper in front of him.
After we finished, | insisted on heading back.
He reluctantly got up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I'll walk you out!” In the car, he seemed lost in thought.
| gazed out the open window, the cool breeze waking me up.
What had just happened felt like a dream.
There were no regrets, but a hint of awkwardness lingered.
| started to understand Matthew a little better.
Perhaps there is someone who could make a person forget everything else.
In a way, love had no rights or wrongs.
Still, what about the future? Atlas seemed to sense my emotions.
He reached out and took my hand, and | felt warm.
| didn’t move or say anything, letting him hold on.
We were getting closer to home, but suddenly, | felt like | didn't want to return to my own world.
My world was like a slap of reality, filled with complexity and struggles.
His world seemed otherwise.
It felt like a beautiful dream you never wanted to wake up from.
| still had that one thing to say.
It was meant to convey that he shouldn't overthink what happened today.
We both needed to face reality and hold ourselves back.
“What did you want to say?” His tone was cold.
“H just wanted to tell you not to dwell on what happened today.” He tightened his grip on my hand as he looked at me.
His face was unreadable.bin After a while, he asked My heart raced.
Handle? | wasn't sure if | could handle anything.
“You can't handle it.
So don't pretend to be so calm!” After saying this, he released my hand.
Suddenly, his face was icy, but it vanished.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGently, he said, “Go In.” | quickly got out of the car.
“Be safe on your way home! Goodnight!” | didn’t dare look back as | escaped into my home.
It wasn't until | closed the door that | heard his car driving away.
A half-month later, my father’s health had improved.
We calmly discussed my past with Matthew and all his actions.
My father remained composed.
He said that he sensed something was amiss when | returned to our hometown, but he never imagined it was this serious! Our paths crossed in the courthouse lobby on the day of the court hearing.
It was his third day of release, and he was with Johnson and his mother.
Matthew berated me, accusing me of being vicious and claiming that my scheming led to his detention.
His words made my head spin.
My scheming? | was the reason he got detained? | ignored his rant and smiled calmly at him.
| wanted to tell him the real show was coming.
His troubles had just begun.
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