Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 129 Late Night Visit I thought I was dreaming, so I palmed my forehead before laying back down.

However, the knocking continued, and I tensed up, asking, “Who is it?!” A voice from outside replied, “It’s me!” I couldn’t believe it.

My drowsiness disappeared as the person repeated, “Open the door, Chloe.

It’s me.” J I jumped out of bed and stumbled to the door.

My heart raced as I mumbled, “That voice sounds like… How’s that possible?” I peeked through the peephole and saw a tall figure standing in the dimly lit corridor.

My heart skipped a beat, and I trembled before opening the door.

I saw a weary–looking Atlas standing before me with a faint smile.

I stared at him in disbelief, fearing he would disappear if I blinked.

I asked shakily, “H–How’d you get here?” I wanted to throw myself into his arms but dared not.

He looked at me and pursed his lips, looking somewhat tired.

“I knew you were here, so I had to come.

Aren’t you glad to see me?” Then, he put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Let me in.” Finally, I gathered myself and stepped aside to make way for him.

He looked indifferent as he entered.

He noticed me standing barefoot on the cold floor and frowned before looking at me.

warmth

Atlas said, “You should put on

hurried inside and put on a pair of slippers,

his coat, which

a wife welcoming her husband home from a

such things countless times when I was

stood before him with

knowing how

seemed at

gaze lingered on me as if we hadn’t

believe he

here? I asked, still in

bedside table and sat on the bed to

West Quay for business and drove here afterward.” “You drove here yourself?” I was

raised an eyebrow at me,

was already

after we had dinner.

I didn’t stay there.” Though he spoke casually, I knew

he raced through the

it had been long since anyone cherished me like

I could.

tears welling in my

and hugged me before rubbing