Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 218

Chapter 218 A Forced Order

I didn’t know whether to answer since Atlas was calling.

Meanwhile, my dad seemingly assessed my emotions. I reluctantly answered the call. The voice on the other end said, “I’m at the airport. Come and pick me up.

was speechless at his command. He usually had assistants around him but still wanted me to pick him up. I wondered if he considered me a chauffeur or a servant.

“Sorry, I have guests at home and can’t come-” I replied indifferently.

Before I could finish, he hung up. I nearly cursed him aloud for hanging up on me again. I was about to leave my phone on the coffee table when I received a text. It was a picture of Ryan with bags in hand. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Below it, the message read, “Is this the guest you must stay home for? When did he become so important

ou can’t leave? Ava must be waiting for me to have dinner with her.”

that you

I was outraged while looking at the message. I thought Atlas was bold for accessing the surveillance footage at my house.

“What do you want?” I returned his text. I felt powerless and didn’t know what else to do.

“Are you picking me up or not?” Atlas replied, his words even more forceful this time.

If I refused, I knew he would appear at my door within an hour. Also, I didn’t want to put Ryan in an awkward spot. I was furious and indifferent. However, I met my dad’s gaze when I raised my head and

smiled awkwardly.

7-1 need to head out for a bit,” I said to my dad, grinning. Then, I hurried upstairs, changed my clothes, grabbed my keys, and fled. I feared my dad would stop me. I felt pitiful when I got into my car–no wonder he felt entitled to treat me like this.

I sat in the car and sighed before finally leaving. I told myself we’d have to meet sooner or later.

When I arrived at the airport, I called Atlas from the exit. He didn’t answer but was already striding toward me. He put his luggage in the back seat and sat in the passenger seat. Although he adjusted the seat, his

tall figure looked a little cramped.

Although silent, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to talk to him. I just didn’t know what to say. I felt nervous.

throughout the drive and remembered how he looked that night.

Neither of us spoke, and I drove in silence. Atlas seemed lost in thought while I subconsciously drove to

my place. Finally, he said, “Do you want me to come for dinner?”

sterthed and unintentionally pressed the brakes. “I don’t know the way to your house.”

He replied through gritted teeth, “What a dumb driver!”

thalted at the roadside and roared, “You can get out if you want!”

He did precisely that, and my heart dropped. I regretted what I said as I gripped the steering wheel. I flinched when he slammed the car door. Unexpectedly, he walked to the driver’s side and pulled me

out.

Immediately after, he walked me to the passenger side and pushed me in. Then, he went to the driver’s seat and adjusted it before leaning toward me.

Iwas frightened and clung to the seat, closing my eyes and turning away. However, Atlas simply reached over and fastened my seatbelt before saying, “You’re overthinking again.”

I opened my eyes and looked at Altas, but he had already started the car and sped away. This time, I memorized the route he took. His place was near Pleca Park, a key scenic area.

1 inwardly cursed him. I thought having such a massive garden in his house was outrageous and a of space. However, he didn’t follow the route I remembered. Instead, he turned the other

entrance of the scenic spot.

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I was puzzled but didn’t ask about it. I remained indifferent, acting like I could take anything Atlas threw at me.

When the car entered a concealed area within a more prominent scenic spot, my eyes widened in amazement. The view before me was incredible. The entire garden covered a vast area, with only one main building.

It had lush trees and a gigantic phoenix tree, filling the courtyard with a delicate fragrance. A fountain flowed in the front yard, and the back had a lush mountain with pavilions and terraces.

Atlas parked the car at the main entrance and said, “We’re home.”