“Atlas…” I trailed off, staring at the file. “You didn’t have to,”
He pulled me closer and opened the file. “Yeah, I didn’t. But, I wanted to,” He kissed my forehead. “Besides, I know how much Dulia meant to you, and trying to take your career away from you…”
My eyes scanned the documents, it was the legal rights to Dulia. I started that company months ago and Damien snatched it from me.
“It was selfish and stupid of me,” Atlas admitted and my heart fluttered, his hands reaching to brush my cheek. “I want you to know that I’ll always be eternally glad to—“
“This is enough,” I said, almost breathless. “you don’t have to do anything else,”
“Allow me, peekaboo,” His eyes locked with mine. “I will always be eternally grateful to be the silver designer’s husband. If that’s the only title
