I was surprised to see him. Wasn't he supposed to be in Operose for business? Why was he here now rather than in the arms of his mistress?

I remained silent, observing him. He smiled softly and asked, "Honey, what should we have for lunch?"

"I haven't decided yet!" I replied casually, showing no hint of surprise.

He walked closer. "We talked until really late last night. I rushed back this morning because I didn’t want you to worry. I didn't even have time for breakfast. Let's go for an early lunch, and we’ll have whatever you want. It's on me!"

I watched him act charmingly. Oddly enough, I couldn't get angry. It was as if I were having a different pleasure, a sensation.

Out of nowhere, I thought about Atlas.

"Did you drink?" He asked, probably noticing the scent around me. But he did not smell like alcohol himself, despite attending a late-night social gathering.

"Yeah." I said, "How about the Italian restaurant opposite Glenmarie Plaza?”

His eyes narrowed briefly, then he nod