My dad nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go along with your decision."

Atlas smiled reassuringly, sensing that something was bothering me.

"You look tired. Why don't you go upstairs, take a shower, and rest for a bit? We can have dinner together."

I gave him an admiring look, then stood up and asked, "Aren’t you coming with me?"

Atlas quickly said, "Dad, I'll go upstairs with Chlo."

Hearing him casually call my father "Dad" always left me feeling strange.

This guy had mastered the art of humility.

He followed me, and as we returned to the room, he asked, "Why do you look so unhappy?"

I briefly explained the current situation to him. With a bitter expression, I said, "I can't get any leverage on Liora, and that's bothering me."

Atlas pressed me onto the bed and kissed me. "Is that what's troubling you? The more challenging the situation, the better."

I looked at him, perplexed. "Why?"

He nibbled on my lip and then looked at me, saying, "People tend to reveal their flaws when th