Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 771

For some reason, the lingering smell of blood in my memory was too intense, making the breakfast in front of me tasteless.

After a few bites, I pushed away the breakfast. Atlas asked, "Why are you eating so little? Don't you like it?"

I shook my head, looking at him. "It's not that I don't like it. I just can't eat."

Instinctively, I reached for my temple and rubbed it.

Atlas nervously grabbed my wrist. "What's wrong? Another headache?"

"Yeah, maybe I had a nightmare. I didn't sleep well. It'll pass in a bit. Don't worry!" I quickly perked up, fearing he would make a big deal out of it.

Atlas quickly finished his meal and placed the used dishes in the sink.

Just as he finished cleaning up, the doorbell rang again. I was about to answer it when he grabbed my arm. "I'll go!"

Atlas strode toward the front door. I turned curiously, thinking about how noisy today had been. It seemed like the doorbell hadn't stopped ringing since Oliver came and rang it at midnight.

I saw Atlas open the door without saying a word. He received two large bags and closed the door again.

Then he walked in, pulling me along. "Let's change our clothes."

"What are you holding?" I asked curiously.

He raised his arm, casually saying, "These are our clothes for today. It's something special."

His mood seemed very cheerful. He held my hand, and we returned to our room upstairs.

I was still lost. When we moved to Pleca Park, we took all our clothes with us. Why did we have to get some delivered? Did he arrange this?

Back in the room, he opened the bags and pulled out two sets of clothes. One was an exquisite white suit for him, and the other was a beautiful white dress for me.

"After we get the certificate today, my dream will truly be realized. So, of course, we need to make it special. After all, it's a brand new day for us."

His excitement infected me, and I quickly changed into the beautiful dress. We stood in front of the mirror together.

He looked dashing in his crisp white suit, like the prince charming every girl fantasizes about.

I appeared graceful and elegant in my white dress, with its unique design and flowing lines. I even styled my hair.

Atlas's eyes lingered on the reflection in the mirror, and he seemed lost for words. Then, he turned and pulled me into his arms.

Affectionately, he said, "Chlo, I've finally fulfilled my dream. You're about to become my wife."

He held me like that for a long time before gently letting go but firmly holding my hand. Together, we walked out.

Suddenly, I remembered something and looked at him curiously. "What about Oliver?"