Chapter 37
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'Winifred."
Dalziel said that name.
When Mrs. Nenito heard that, she didn't quite understand. She looked at her son again: "Winifred? What does that girl have to do with anything?"
"Have you forgotten her previous identity?"
'Isn't she Atlas's fiancee?"
'Yes, but now she is my lover."
Dalziel took out a stack of photos and placed them on the table.
Looking at each photo, Mrs. Nenito rolled her eyes at her son: "You and her are..."
"It's her who wants me. So, I'll follow her. Mom, tell me, if Atlas saw these pictures, what would he do?"
'He will be angry."
Mrs. Nenito suddenly said excitedly.
'I also want to see his reaction."
Dalziel curled his lips slightly, what belongs to him will belong to him.
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At this time, Daisy came out of the bathroom, she was wearing blue heart-shaped pajamas, a short-sleeved shirt, and pants that were a little above her thighs.
As soon as she poked her head out, she didn't see Atlas in the room. She instinctively looked at the other wall. Sure enough, he was there. Even though the place was dark, with only a little light, she could still clearly see the silhouette of a certain man.
There was nothing there but darkness, but what did the darkness represent? Boring loneliness.
Disappointment collapsed.
Endless silence…
People often compare darkness to being the friend of loneliness. She has also experienced it, been trapped in darkness, and considered darkness the only place where she could mingle, hiding in the dark to avoid being alone. Away from everyone. She can hide the pain in her eyes and the despair in her soul.
She didn't know what terrible thing this man had gone through that forced him to fall into such a dark place. His whole body seemed to be swallowed by darkness. She couldn't help but want to go to him and bring him some light, but she didn't know where to get the light to bring it to him.
Coming home for nearly a week, she didn't want to care about anyone in this matter, but he made it impossible for her to ignore.
Daisy thought for a long time then walked to the partition there. She felt that if she kept letting him lock himself in that dark place, she was afraid he would die with no way out.
Daisy walked step by step towards the man behind her, gently calling: "First young master."
The man's shoulders moved slightly, and the scent of daisy wafted through the air, rushing straight into his nose. For a moment, Atlas felt like his soul was being watered.
Then a cold voice reached Daisy's ears again: "Don't call me that."
He hates this name the most. This woman, whether by accident or on purpose, called him first young master five or seven times, making Atlas naturally disgusted, and anger welled up in his heart every time he heard this name. , he all felt a bit ironic, this woman... was doing it on purpose.
Hearing that, Daisy asked: "If I don't call you that, what should I call you?"
Atlas remained silent and did not respond. The atmosphere is a bit stagnant. Daisy didn't like this atmosphere at all. She was about to open her mouth when he spoke again: "After you finish showering, get out of my room."
'That, young master…"
While speaking, she stopped to correct her words: 'Atlas, I can't find my phone, can you lend me your phone to find it? Once I find my phone, I'll go."
Daisy changed the subject, she was trying to buy time, and at the same time, she had to get his phone number. If she asked him directly, he guaranteed he wouldn't answer her.
Atlas did not react, she could only wait silently for him. This man was so quiet that she couldn't grasp his thoughts, let alone guess.
The two remained silent in the gloomy, eerie atmosphere. Daisy is a bit cold, everyone has their thoughts. After a while, Atlas still didn't open her mouth, she couldn't help but say: "Forget it if you don't lend it to me, I can find my phone myself but it will take a while because I don't know where I left it. Please wait a moment, otherwise, you can go take a shower first."
After speaking, she looked at the man again, he should at least respond to her words. But contrary to her thoughts, Atlas said nothing, he didn't even make the slightest movement.
Daisy felt strange, she called him again: "Atlas?"
"Go out."
Atlas's voice was a bit hoarse. Although he tried to speak normally, she still heard something wrong, and she also heard heavy breathing.
"Are you OK?"
She asked instinctively, she felt that this man was not okay.
Another heavy intake of breath rang out.
There was no doubt that something had happened to him.
Daisy ignored his anger and immediately turned on the light.
Sensing the light, Atlas's eyes narrowed slightly then he coldly said: "Turn off the power for me."
As he said these words, he gritted his teeth. Daisy walked around and came in front of Atlas. She saw his face pale, his eyebrows furrowed.
'What is wrong with you, where are you injured?"
Her expression was impatient, unable to hide her worry.
'It has nothing to do with you, you go."
Atlas bit his lip, he wanted to raise his hand to find something to throw at her, but as soon as he raised his hand, it trembled and fell.
Only then did Daisy see that there was blood flowing out of his wrist, no, there was a lot of blood.
"Do not touch me."
Atlas had difficulty saying each word.
'You sit here, I'll go get the bandages."
Daisy quickly ran to the closet to get the medical kit she brought from home. She went to the bathroom to get warm water and a towel and then went to Atlas to help bandage him.
Atlas of course didn't feel pain, but he had lost too much blood and his face was a bit pale. Daisy pulled the chair next to him, placed the basin of water on the low chair next to it, dipped the towel in the water, and then wrung dry. She lifted Atlas's sleeve.
