Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1423 Woke Up to Pee

Atlas led me to the dining table, and the dishes were promptly served as soon as we sat down.

I was actually hungry. My pregnancy symptoms were mild this time, with hardly any morning sickness. I was just incredibly sleepy. Additionally, I noticed I had a hearty appetite. Despite having a bland taste in my mouth a few days ago, I always felt hungry.

Today's dish was lobster. The white, steamed lobster meat looked appetizing, and I wanted to dig into it immediately.

Seeing my eagerness to eat, Atlas smirked. "You've got quite the appetite, huh?"

"It seems like I want to eat everything Sandy makes," I replied honestly.

Atlas chuckled even more. "Everything she made was what you used to love. Take this lobster, for example. You'd only eat it with garlic oil drizzled on top. You don't like the spicy kind." As he spoke, I realized I craved spicy flavors the most.

Back in my hometown, there were no cinnamon toasts, so every time I ate toast, I felt a strange emotion. I vividly remember asking my mom, "Why are they all topped with peanut butter?" My mom would always ask me, "What would you like?"

But I couldn't express my preferences. I just knew it wasn't peanut butter.

It wasn't until I went to university in Foswood that I encountered cinnamon toasts for the first time. I indulged without restraint, and everyone in my dorm knew I loved cinnamon toasts.

At that time, Beatrice would bring cinnamon toasts to me whenever she needed something from me.

It turned out that was what I used to love as a kid.

Sandy was great in every way, except that she talked a lot. She could go on and on, but luckily, she only talked about my childhood memories.

Sometimes, she'd burst into laughter while recounting them, and Atlas and I would exchange a helpless glance.

neither of us interrupted her. Atlas knew I enjoyed listening to Sandy's stories, and he

the nanny kept talking, and

let go of all pretenses and

best. He could be like this because of his fondness for this place. He cherished

precisely the kind of family love he

middle of the night, I woke needing

up

was a bit puzzled.

late, so why hadn't he slept yet?

here compared to back home, it should still be late at

walked out of the room. The corridor was dimly lit by a

knowing which room Atlas's study

heard faint footsteps coming up

nervous. After a

saw me, quickly walking over and asking, "What's

him, feeling a little disoriented but now

out?" I asked

did." Atlas nodded. "I went out with

murmured, returning to the room in his

he took off his coat and whispered, "I'll take shower and be

disappeared

seemed that

we