Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Soon after, Lauren prepared to leave us at the hospital entrance. She smiled weakly and said, “I won't go with you, Chlo. I should
go home and check on things since it’s been almost two days since I returned.”
I understood she also had a home to return to. I followed Atlas back to the car but realized I hadn't driven since I returned. He
glanced at me with a suggestive smile and asked, “Pleca Park or Amethyst Apartments?”
“Amethyst Apartment, duh!” I felt embarrassed and couldn't look at him.
After driving me home, he got out and followed me inside. He seemed familiar with the place as he removed his coat and
entered the kitchen. I hurried after him and said, “Why don't you rest? Let’s just make some noodles.”
He looked back at me, saying, “You should shower and rest. Let me handle this.”
“Did you get any sleep today?" I remembered to ask. After all, he had also been on the go for over twenty hours.
He gazed at me tenderly and asked, “Are you worried about me? Let’s go to bed early later.”
His words made me blush again. Then, he pulled me in and kissed my forehead, saying, “You don't need to be shy around me.

Go on, I'll make you some food.”

I was a little skeptical because I hadn’t seen Atlas cooking before. He was always too busy when he stayed with me and Ava.

Although I was recovering at the time, I did the cooking. I was surprised when he said he would cook for me.

I asked, “You can cook?”

“What, you think I can’t do housework?” He washed his hands and put on an apron before taking some ingredients from the

fridge. I only had meat left as my vegetables were no longer fresh. He even trashed them for me.

“Food is essential, so I learned to cook long ago. I even had special training in wilderness survival. Would you like to come with

me sometime?” Atlas smiled warmly.

expected the dominant man I knew to cook for

you think?” He neither confirmed nor denied it.

do these things, shouldn't they?

when sending

seems like you've been paying much attention to me. Why are you still playing hard to

the fridge, he took

contented expression stunned me. Even his rascal gesture was charming, making my heart flutter. I

Atlas probably thought I was

rest. I'll call you when I

I hadn't taken a break

and had sweated profusely, I felt

I

I walked downstairs and smelled the fragrance from the kitchen. I suddenly

coming down and gestured, saying, “I'll finish cooking soon. Have a

three dishes and a soup. It overturned my perception of him. Even someone as