I waited until it was late, but Adrian didn’t call me back. Exhausted, I lay down on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

One arm was tightly wrapped around me. I had no idea when Atlas had come back, but he must have carried me to bed.

I didn't dare move when I saw him sleeping so peacefully. I just snuggled into his arms, thinking about Melanie.

I wondered if she had gone to look for her son. It looked like I couldn't wait for Matthew to make up his mind. I had to take the child back to the Reese family.

I was worried about Charlie’s safety. After all, Johnson wasn't his legal guardian. If Melanie tried to take the child, Myra wouldn’t be able to stop her. If that happened, Melanie might become extremely ruthless.

I had to take him home sooner or later. Sending him back earlier would save Johnson and his wife from trouble.

After all, if the child went back to the Reese family, Melanie wouldn't dare provoke them. She wouldn't dare