Atlas brought me to the resort again, but he strode away alone after getting out of the car. I mumbled, “He was stalking me, yet he acts like I’m wrong?”

The driver exited the car and whispered, “Ms. Chloe.”

I stopped and looked at him. He glanced at Atlas, who had walked out of earshot, and said, “Mr. Atlas had a busy week, and he rushed back from Operose just to meet you. He hasn’t even had dinner—"

“Hurry up!” Atlas’s voice startled me.

The driver quickly shut up, wanting to say more but