Since it was my first time eating onion rings around Atlas, I wondered how he knew I liked my onion rings like that.

He raised a brow and lowered his gaze, saying, “It was just a guess. I had a playmate who liked eating onion rings the same way when I was a kid. She used to stay at my house for meals.”

I looked at him and thought about the photo of the real Stella. I asked, “Are you referring to Stella?”

This time, he looked surprised instead of me. He looked at me and asked, “How do you know it’s Stella? Did you remember something?”

I noticed him scrutinizing me, which made me somewhat doubtful, especially with his follow-up question. I asked, “What do you mean by ‘did I remember something?’”

He smiled when I asked that. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just curious how you know Stella. Not the Stella you met, though.”

“Yes, I found out about her,” I confessed, “I told Grayson to look into it, and he found a photo.”

Atlas frowned at me. “What photo?”

I regretted saying that,