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.

and he softly said, "Don't be afraid. With

myself in his embrace, still trembling, too scared to relive

would happen

ankle in 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

careful reflection, was genuinely terrifying. Not only would I have lost my life, but Atlas might have also plummeted with me, carrying the weight of

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

tighter, showering me with kisses, and softly reassured me, "Stop thinking about it.

him say this, I pushed him away abruptly, staring at his face still etched with concern. "Atlas, promise me, you can't risk your life like

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

back into his embrace, desperately pounding on him. "If we had been even

bring myself to say it, tightly holding onto him, crying loudly to release my fear. Honestly, I

on living?" He saw me snuggling into his arms,