Masuk“I told you. Don’t mix business with pleasure,” Atlas said. “Especially a business as messed up as yours.” “It’s not my fault,” Elara fired back. “I didn’t know things were that bad.” “No one can blame you. The whole place was left in sloppy hands. But then, as your husband…by contract…I am obligated to save you.”She regarded him for a few seconds. There was a clearly a lot of brains beneath all that arrogant playboy exterior. And he had shown just a bit of it moments ago. If anything, it made her more curious. “Good thing you are here, then,” she said. “So, we can get to work.” Atlas pushed the pizza box toward her in reply. She opened her mouth to object, but he shook his head slightly: he won’t talk till she had eaten. “Ugh.” She took a slice and a bite, then felt her brows lift in perfect surprise for the second time that afternoon. “Mmm, this is good.” He nodded, like she had just pointed out that the sky was blue. “Of course it is. This is my establishment after all.” S
Elara scrunched up her nose.“I’ll stick with the ice cream, thanks,” she said. “Your loss.” She took another spoon, savouring the soft taste in her mouth. He did know what he was talking about, but she wasn’t going to admit that and risk inflating his huge ego any further. “Look at this,” he said, looking at her from across the table. “Our first date.” Elara looked up quickly. “What? No. it’s not.” “It could be, if you want, you know. I could get Michelle…” he pointed at the waitress, “…to put on some romantic music and we could have a-”“Do you just enjoy teasing me or are you trying to escape from something?” Something flickered across Atlas’ eyes briefly, but he just took another spoon of chocolate.“Look, I appreciate this and all, but I want to get back to work as soon as I can,” she said. “Why, what’s the rush?” He cocked his head slightly, and his long hair fell slightly to the side with the motion. She dragged her eyes away from how oily they looked. “If I’m being ho
Elara shifted her gaze from her aunt to Atlas. He looked too relaxed and her smile looked fake. Just what had they been talking about before she came in? “Amelia was just here to say hi,” Atlas said suddenly. “She’s leaving already.”Amelia shot him a cold glare, her lips pressed into a thin line, but she turned to Elara. “Yes, I’ll leave you two to it.”Then she withdrew from the study and she shut the door behind her with a loud bang that echoed down the hallway.Elara crossed her arms, turning back to Atlas. “What was that about?”He shrugged, already turning his attention back to the scattered papers. “Nothing you need to worry yourself about.”She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but he didn’t say anything more. Instead, he began arranging the documents into separate piles with surprising efficiency. “What do you think?” she asked, watching him.“I think this is all disorderly,” he replied. “You have to start from somewhere.”She scrunched up her nose, but held back her retort
“You want to move in with me…here?” Elara asked with slightly widened eyes. Atlas folded his arms. “I don't see what's the big deal, I spent the night here before, haven't I?”“The big deal is that it's not one night anymore. I have no idea how many days-”“You need my help, Elara. This world you've stepped into? It's not what most people think.” He stepped closer, filling the space between them with that soft, clean scent that filled her thoughts. “You came into sudden wealth, out of nowhere. It doesn't help that you're a lady, no offense.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he touched her hair, and she felt her voice go silent. “You heard my grandma,” he went on softly. “They're not going to kneel and pledge allegiance. You don't know who to trust, and I've been in this game way longer than you have.” She pursed her lips, forcing herself to hold his gaze without thinking of his touch on her hair or how blue his eyes were up close or how lovely he smelled…“I guess I don't have
Elara joined her aunt for breakfast out on the patio the next morning. She liked the view that the yard gave her. It faced the lawn: it was well-kept and so were the flowers and hedges that lined the land, but she suddenly didn’t find it that impressive. Not like the Steeles’. “Did you sleep well?” her aunt’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “I did,” Elara replied. “Good.” She took a bite of mango slices and casually asked, “So, what else did you talk about with Victoria?” Elara paused, with a fork of her own sliced mangoes halfway to her mouth. “Why is that important?” she asked. “Well, I did some thinking, and the Steeles might not actually be all that I thought them to be,” Amelia said.“Really?” She hooked a brow. “But you were very happy when she invited me yesterday.” Amelia shrugged, shifting her eyes to her plate. “I didn’t think much about it then.” Elara was about to ask why the Steeles wouldn’t be on their side and why they would be helping her, when the sliding gla
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOThe yard beyond the glass screen in the dining room was a wide expanse of green land that stretched before a small artificial lake, dotted here and there with trees.That was where Elara found Victoria after dessert. She thanked her for her hospitality and for dinner. Now, she was ready to take her leave. “Are you certain you wouldn’t prefer to stay the night? We have more than enough rooms for you and for your driver.” Elara smiled politely. “Really, it’s fine.”“Very well. Come to me if you need anything, dear. I owed your parents a great deal in their lifetime.” She paused,a frown appearing on her face. “Where is my grandson?” “He…had urgent business to attend to.”Something flashed in the older woman’s eyes, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. She sighed instead and said, “I apologize for his sake. My grandson might bear the titles of his family, but plays the part of an unmannered child.”“It’s no problem, really-”“It should be.” Victoria gave her a si







