Beyond the Divorce

However, I distinctly heard his voice trembling. Even his arms around me were shaking.

I was completely limp in his arms, making me question the reality of everything before me. I could even feel my teeth incessantly chattering.

After a while, Atlas gently released me, scrutinizing my face and checking if I was injured. Then, he embraced me tightly again, as if afraid of losing me once more, and kissed my forehead passionately. Later, he bent down, lifting me in his arms. With the protection of the group, we left the rooftop and exited the Bourdamun Hotel.

Only at that moment did I realize that the people in the banquet hall on the second floor had already been urgently evacuated, and the entire building had been swiftly cleared out.

As we left the Bourdamun Hotel, I noticed a crowd of cops surrounding the area. A white sheet covered a figure on the ground, stained with vivid red blood.

The air was still filled with the scent of blood, and not far away, there was the explosion site from the man who detonated the car.

After Atlas carried me into the car, we left for the adjacent street, heading to the chain hotel where Ivanna was staying.

It turned out that this chain hotel had also been crowded with people.

Atlas carried me back to the room, placing me gently on the bed. He stared intensely at my face, kissed me passionately, and instinctively pulled me into his arms. This kiss was intense, greedy, and impassioned.

gently stroked my face, and he softly said, "Don't

still trembling, too scared to relive the scenes from just moments

happen

time? Or if his foot hadn't accurately hooked onto the railing? What if the gunshot hadn't hit that man? What if his remote control hadn't slipped

grip on

was genuinely terrifying. Not only would I have lost my life, but

Atlas, murmuring repeatedly, "Don't leave me,

about it. It's all over now. I won't let anything

him away abruptly, staring at his face still etched with concern. "Atlas, promise me, you can't risk your life like that again. Do you understand? Even for me, don't jeopardize your own life. Do

his upper arms with both hands. "You can't gamble with your

his embrace, desperately pounding on him. "If we had

to say it, tightly holding onto him, crying loudly

fall. If you're gone, how can I go on living?" He saw me snuggling