Beyond the Divorce

He sensed my hesitation and gently patted my hand, saying, "That was exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. No matter his attitude, you need to remember that you're the future female head of the Pierce family." His words moved me deeply.

"And the Pierce family now is not the same as the Pierce family back then. He is my grandfather, but he's just an old man with blood ties to me. My respect for him is limited to that of an elder." Atlas said that with a serious tone, showing that he was sincere.

He continued, "Besides, he has no special privilege or authority over me. He has no right to influence any of my decisions. So, you don't need to care about his attitude."

I really hadn't expected Atlas to say that about his grandfather.

He lifted me up, saying, "Let's have dinner. The food on our plane is pretty good. You should try it. Maybe you'll feel like sleeping after eating."

"True." I laughed, teasing him. "As the lady boss, I can fire anyone if they don't do their job well."

My triumphant gesture succeeded in pleasing Atlas. He seemed unsettled and shrugged. "You want to exercise your authority? I'm just afraid you won't get the chance." "Feeling confident? Are you really that great?" I teased him.

He shrugged again.

We laughed and walked out of the bedroom, heading to the dining area at the back.

the food on the plane was excellent. The steak was incredibly delicious, and

the meal

glancing at Atlas suggestively. Dylan and Tristan, who were dining with us, looked puzzled and occasionally glanced at Atlas, who was looking

and everything usually tasted bland, but

was tender, succulent, and

happily watched me eat and asked Dylan and

as he spoke, I burst into laughter, leaving Dylan unsure

Atlas pressed on. "Hmm?"

could only nod.

This is a meal for pregnant

Tristan immediately looked

and tentatively asked, "Does that

word, but he ate a

me and

Atlas's humor very well since