Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 93 A Room Card He pressed me against the closing door with a resounding thud.

A fresh scent filled my nose.

I looked up in alarm, and his perfect face was inches from mine.

“Let me see where you’re hurt.” “What do you think you’re doing? You’re putting me in an awkward position!” “Where are you hurt?” He insisted, completely disregarding what I had just said.

I reluctantly brushed the hair from my forehead, revealing the wound.

He frowned, and then his eyes turned ominously cold, I had never seen him like this before.

I quickly let my hair fall back to cover the wound and feebly said, “It’s nothing!” His tone turned icy as he said, “Are you out of your mind? You’re saying a wound this size is nothing? Are you a masochist?” I shot him an incredulous glare but felt an unfathomable sorrow in me.

Atlas narrowed his eyes, his voice softening slightly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I turned my face slightly away, a touch petulant.

“I’m a married woman.

What would it mean if I kept calling you? I didn’t want to bother you!” Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled me into his embrace, his grip firm around my waist.

aren’t you?” 1

man was incredibly

gotten involved with him? I knew it wasn’t right, but I couldn’t help wanting to be

my

and it was a

over, leave him,”

ordered around like this,

thought of leaving crossed my mind, I would see Ava in his arms, calling him “Daddy.” I wrapped my

Are you planning on staying with him? There was a hint

as simple as you

things-” “It seems you still have some hope

a glutton for punishment? Atlas’s

hit a dead end before turning

you give up for good!” He cupped

I felt dizzy.

echoed down the

quickly

know what