Chapter 133

What Are We? The words were tantalizing, but who did he spend time with today? The thought made me chuckle bitterly.

What right did I have to interfere with his choice of company? How often had I been oblivious to that?

How could I possibly know? “Why are you laughing?” His patience was wearing thin.

“Enough, Mr.Atlas.

I wouldn’t dare ask you to keep me company.” I pouted.

“A mere commoner like myself wouldn’t dare!” Truly, I wouldn’t dare.

He wasn’t mine to claim, and I had to give myself a reality check.

I was recently divorced and involved in legal disputes.

What right did I have to compete with anyone? Thinking about our relationship left me even more perplexed.

Who was I to him? Still, seeing him with another woman caused me unexpected pain.

Did my feelings grow too fast? Had I rushed from one chapter of my life into the next? I felt heartless.

Atlas asked, “Why the sudden silence?” “What would be appropriate for us to talk about?” I asked softly, looking at him.

“Ask whatever you want!” I shrugged, flashing a smile.

“I have nothing to ask!” Deep down, I believed I had no right to ask.

It would only invite unnecessary trouble.

He had already figured out what I was thinking.

“Your pride is too high! You’re overthinking.

That girl is my cousin!” “I didn’t want to know.

That’s your business! I have no right to intrude,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

That woman’s gaze still bothered me.

Why did she look so curious when we were strangers? It was as if she had spotted someone she hadn’t seen in years.

“What would it take for you to be comfortable asking that?” He loved flipping the script and throwing the ball back into my court.

What am I to you, anyway?” I asked back.

“A woman I’ve slept with,” he said without hesitation.

As I felt a surge of shame wash over me, he added, ” The only woman I’ve ever slept with.” I felt a wave of anger at first, but it faded away.

I wasn’t sure if he meant to say “only,” but that one word changed everything.

“So, you can ask me anything because you’re mine.” He scrutinized me.

“Do you still think you have no right?” I smiled and said nothing.

He pulled me close and asked, “What’s wrong? You seem distracted today.” Honestly, I had meant to ask him if I was his only one.

He had always helped me and was the only one who made a difference.

I relied on him, and even though I wanted to avoid the topic, it still bothered me.

I was at a loss.

What did it all mean? “It’s nothing.

I’m… tired! I’d like to go back.” His gaze peered into my soul, and I said, “Don’t look at me like I’m a criminal.” Atlas grinned, then leaned down to peck me on the lips.

“Say what you’re thinking next time.

Don’t torment yourself.” I stood there, stunned.

Seeing my subdued mood, he said, “If you want to go home, I’ll take you.” His offer to drive me home surprised me.

Why did I feel reluctant? I quickly stood up, feigning ant eagerness to get home.

1 Now that things were clear, I was pleased.

After all, she was just his cousin.

However, this cousin had opened up a whole new understanding of Atlas for me.