Lola had no idea how Atlas perceived her words so differently, but she realized that her husband was probably truly exhausted. He might not show it to everyone, but everyone knew that Atlas had barely slept since the takeover.
It was just that people were used to seeing him work nonstop. So, they no longer wondered if he even got tired. They simply assumed he was superhuman.
What Lola could be sure of was that, no matter how tired her husband was, his stamina in bed was unmatched.
"Ugh…" she groaned, feeling her body ache from last night's rounds of passion.
As she sat up on the bed, clutching the blanket over her bare chest, her eyes wandered around the room. She instantly caught sight of Atlas standing in front of the mirror, fixing his suit.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice coarse as she instinctively glanced at the window. It was still dark outside—hard to tell whether it was still night or already close to morning.
