I was still shocked when Atlas touched my forehead. He asked, "Are you unwell?"

I wondered if he genuinely cared as I met his concerned expression. Well, he was compassionate and energetic when dealing with women.

I struggled, and his lips brushed against my forehead. He touched my cheek, saying, "You're not feverish, so why do you look so pale?"

His tone remained tender, which made me dizzy. I was excited but tried to control it, fearing I might get caught in an emotional whirlwind. What did he take me for?

"That isn't something you should be worrying about." I pushed him away and mocked him. I instinctively stepped back but leaned against the door with a thud.

Before I could react, he pinned me against the door. His gaze at me and slowly drew closer. As I watched him inch closer, an image flashed in my mind. I imagined someone else getting closer to me with urgency and panic.

Then, that person held me and reassured me, saying, “Stay awake! Everything will be okay!”

I was start