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 would accompany me with

the nanny kept talking, and I kept

to imagine that the usually aloof Atlas had let go of all pretenses and relaxed into a gentle and caring head of the

could be like this because of his

precisely the kind

the night, I woke needing

up

I was a bit

why hadn't he

two hours ahead here compared to back home, it should still be late

up, went to the bathroom, then walked out of the room. The corridor was dimly lit by a

moment, not knowing which room Atlas's

I heard faint footsteps

a little nervous. After a

me, quickly walking over and asking, "What's wrong? Why are

looked at him, feeling a little disoriented but now

you go out?" I asked in

I did." Atlas nodded. "I went out with Dylan

murmured, returning to

off his coat and

he disappeared into

seemed that since

we