My heart skipped a beat when I saw Atlas’ cold eyes again. Our last encounter was still fresh in my mind.

My hysterical behavior that night probably left a big impression on him. Now, I was pretending to be affectionate with Matthew, and it felt embarrassing.

I instinctively removed my hand from Matthew’s arm and smiled at Atlas. Nick approached, and a crowd gathered around him to chat and get his attention. Matthew was among them.

I observed them coldly. Indeed, they were "sincere." Atlas briefly glanced at Matthew. I was sure there was a hint of disdain in his gaze.

Nick didn’t introduce Atlas, and Atlas didn’t seem interested in meeting anyone. Instead, he stood beside me and said, "Ms. Hartz. Oh, maybe I should address you as Mrs. Murphy?"

"'Ms. Hartz, please," I replied noncommittally. "I didn't expect to see you here today."

"Hmm." He sipped his drink and asked, "Seems like you're in a good mood?"

"Life must go on. As you said, everything depends on the individual." My res