The private room regained its tranquility, and as I looked at Atlas, I suddenly burst into laughter.
I leaned in toward his face curiously with a mischievous expression. "Seems like your looks are getting you into trouble everywhere. Fangirls are chasing after you all over the place."
He looked at me seriously. "Don't you feel threatened? How are you still so relaxed? Have you lost your mind, Chlo?"
I squinted my eyes, carefully scrutinizing him, then said a little irritably, "I've gotten used to being at odds with women all over the world. Why should I feel threatened? I’m sure I’ll be besieged by your fangirls sooner or later."
He suddenly pulled me into his embrace. "I’ll see who dares make an enemy of my woman. They must have a death wish."
I laughed, falling into his embrace as all my gloominess disappeared. Atlas kissed me passionately and eagerly.
After a long time, he said, "Stop being so down. It's better to solve problems with a smile. I'll try to contact Jared as soon as possible.”
"Please do, especially now that Ivanna is pregnant. It's really unfair that she doesn’t have him by her side right now," I defended Ivanna.
Atlas playfully bit my nose to change the subject. "When are we having a baby? To give our Ava a companion?"
I blushed instantly. "Ava already has a companion, doesn't she?"
"But she has the right to be a big sister." Atlas countered cleverly.
I was speechless.
"Well... let's just go with the flow. It's not like I have a say in this," I said, and blushed.
"It's my say, and I’ll definitely work hard and take action to complete this challenging task as soon as possible."
Atlas grinned. I couldn’t believe that the man who was so hostile just a moment ago now looked so playful.
As he spoke, his tone was chilling, giving a sense of both awe and fear. However, I found it oddly reassuring. I realized he must have a plan in mind already if he was saying that. I had nothing to worry about.
"Trust me, you’ll be satisfied with the results." Atlas's voice was as gentle as melodious music.
As we discussed Matthew's situation, my phone rang. I quickly picked it up and saw that it was Myra. I figured she must be calling to tell me about Charlie.
I answered, and sure enough, Myra said she had returned from the Reese family’s place, and Charlie was doing well and playing happily at home. I knew I could rely on Annika.
"She was working hard to learn how to take care of Charlie this afternoon. I was very touched." Myra sounded glad.
"Arton was also very attentive. He hasn't left the child's side since he got home, so you can rest assured.”
"And what about you? How are you feeling? Are you having trouble letting go?" I asked.
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