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