NovelAppOliver's tone conveyed impatience. "I admit I was wrong, but Lauren won't givea chance." I took a step forward, eager to confront him about where he went wrong. However, I found myself frozen. I suddenly realized I had lost my composure. I had no right to say certain things, especially since Oliver cto talk to Atlas.
Atlas spoke tactfully, "I don't know how you hurt Lauren, but swords and actions are irreversible." I had confided in Atlas about their issues before, and he understood the complexities between Oliver and Lauren. Irreversible was probably Atlas's advice to Oliver. I turned around to go back, realizing conversations between men might be more straightforward, and I couldn't interject.
Besides, I believed Atlas would handle the talk well.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI lay on the bed and pondered Lauren's grievances. I couldn't help but sigh and shake my head. I had to admire Oliver's deceased wife for being a formidable woman. She left a lasting impact, even in death. Perhaps Lauren was right. Such a relationship might not be worth holding onto. It was just as Atlas had toldabout one's true love. Maybe Oliver wasn't the right person for Lauren. Therefore, separation was inevitable.
They could reunite in the future if Oliver were the right one. However, their wasted twas regrettable. Lauren wasn't getting any younger.
I gradually drifted into sleep as my mind wandered. Then, a nightmare joltedawake, and I gasped for breath. Atlas saw my terrified expression and comforted me. He pulledin and said soothingly, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? It's okay. I'm here." "It was terrifying!" I swallowed dryly, burying my face in his chest. I still trembled from the aftermath of the dream.
He gently stroked my back. "What was it about?" I closed my eyes and shook my head. After a while, I said, "I dreamed that someone soldto a horrifying place. The smell of blood was potent, and the sounds of screaming echoed everywhere. Someone then pointed atand said, 'She's next. Bring her over."" search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
I dared not dwell on the details as my head ached. The feeling of surviving a disaster madereluctant to close my eyes.
"Okay, let's not think about that. It was just a dream. Look, I'm here There's nothing to be afraid of. We won't face such situations again as long as I'm here. Trust me," Atlas whispered reassuringly.
I gradually calmed down.
The following day, Atlas cradled my face and gently kissed me, saying, "Wake up. We have important things to do today." Suddenly, I remembered something. "What about Oliver?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"He's asleep in the guest room. He's completely wasted, Atlas said, "He drank himself into a terrible state." "With the way he drank, I'm not surprised," I commented as I got out of bed.
Once Atlas and I got dressed, the doorbell rang again. Atlas noticed the panic in my eyes and rubbed my head. "It's breakfast." After saying that, he quickly went to the door.
When I walked downstairs, the horrible nightmare still lingered in my mind. The smell of blood was pungent, and the screams echoed. I instinctively rubbed my temples. en.swhovels Downstairs, Atlas opened up our breakfast bag.
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