Atlas remained composed as he set down my phone and said, “Let’s eat the pasta before it gets cold.”

“Atlas, are you… hiding something from me? Well, maybe I shouldn’t know too much,” I said cautiously.

He explained, “It’s not that I’m afraid you’ll know too much. My family’s just complicated. I’ll tell you about them gradually, not because I’m hiding anything from you. You’ll need to know a few things first before you can accept more details.”

Atlas’s reasonable explanation eased my mind. I looked at him and asked, “Don’t you hate me for investigating you? I honestly didn’t mean to.”

“No, I don’t. On the contrary, you did well in your investigation. It shows you’re actively trying to understand me, which is a good thing. It means you love me,” Atlas spoke frankly with a hint of teasing.

I blushed as I ate a mouthful of pasta to hide my embarrassment. I muttered, “I knew you’d tease me.”

He smirked and said, “Do you even have a good reason to argue? If you didn’t like me, why wou