[Last Night…]
"Wait…"
Amala sighed, still half-asleep as she wrapped herself in a red silk robe and shuffled toward the door. She stopped by the wall monitor to check who it was.
The moment she saw the visitor, her brows knit together and she glanced at the time.
"Why is he here at this hour?" she muttered. "Did something happen to Lola?"
Part of her almost wanted to assume Lola had kicked Atlas out of his own home in the middle of the night after an argument. But knowing Lola, she wouldn't—certainly not to him. That woman was head over heels for the guy.
Curious, Amala opened the door and stepped aside to let Atlas in.
"It's late, so I don't have anything prepared," she said as she sat gracefully on the couch. "Still, do you want some tea? Coffee? Juice?"
"Don't trouble yourself more than you already have." His tone was calm to the point of being flat, his expression as unreadable as ever. "And I apologize for coming at this hour."
