Female Novel
Chapter 130
Chapter 130 The Graceful Silhouette We woke up close to noon the following day, and I felt Atlas’sarms wrapped around me.
I doubted he would let go if Fred didn’t call me.
I told Atlas I still had work to do and had to return to Foswood in the evening.
He released me and got up, offering to have lunch with me.novelbin
My relationship with Atlas made me feel conflicted.
I wondered what we were to each other.
It felt like the puzzle pieces just fit.
He hadn’t made commitments, and there were no declarations of love.
Whenever I saw him, I didn’t know how to refuse him.
For some reason, I felt comfortable being with him.
He didn’t ask for my consent again and simply took action.
So, I dared not ask him about the nature of our relationship.
It was already late at night when I reached Foswood.
I was so exhausted that I could barely speak.
My mom looked at me with a heavy heart and shook her head, saying, “Chlo, why are you pushingyourself so hard? “Do you want to come home with your dad and me? Life is short, so isn’t comfort andhappiness more important?” My mom had a point, but Foswood held too much for me.
I had too many regrets to leave.
I couldn’t back down and had to win back the ten years of my youth.
After signing the contract, it seemed I had captured Matthew on my web.
He couldn’t escape, and I would play this game slowly.
After leaving work the following day, I called my mom to tell her I wouldn’t be home for dinner.
I wanted to hang out and catch up with Ivanna, especially to discuss Ryan.
Since it had been a while since Ivanna and I hung out, she was excited, saying, “Let’s spoil ourselves alittle! Should we go to a revolving restaurant and eat French cuisine while enjoying the river view?” Ididn’t object, so we planned to meet at the restaurant’s entrance.
I was surprised to see a familiar person when we sat in the restaurant.
However, that person had a woman with him.
I tensed, and my heart almost stopped.
Their table was near ours, and it seemed Atlas had noticed me.
He glanced at me before averting his gaze.
From my angle, I could only see the woman’s slim silhouette.
She dressed elegantly, showing her taste for the finer things in life.
The woman seemed graceful, and I could imagine her captivating smile while she talked to Atlas.
That was because he looked indulgent, a sight I seldom saw.
Ivanna followed my distracted gaze and looked back at me, asking, “What’s going on?” I feignedignorance and looked back at her.
“It’s nothing.” “Shouldn’t we say hi?” She probed.
“There’s no need for that,” I replied while ordering our dishes, but I couldn’t shake my disappointment.
The meal felt tasteless, and even the romantic river view had become boring.
I couldn’t help but want to see the woman’s face.