Couldn't Recall

At the front desk, Maya, the receptionist, was left utterly dumbfounded. At first, she had assumed the stunning woman was just another admirer trying to approach the CEO. But after making a single phone call, the woman was personally escorted to the CEO’s private elevator by Assistant Jay.

She suddenly felt like she had stumbled upon a major secret.

By the end of the hour, gossip had spread through the entire building like wildfire.

Naomi followed Jay to Atlas’s office. The moment she stepped inside, she was met with a stunning view—a massive floor-to-ceiling window that provided a breathtaking overlook of the city skyline.

She had to admit, Atlas really knew how to enjoy life.

“Ma’am, please wait here. The CEO is still in a meeting.”

“I don’t mind. You can go ahead. I’ll just stay here.”

When Jay re-entered the conference room, the executives all breathed a sigh of relief. They had been suffocating in silence ever since Assistant Jay left. The CEO had sat there without saying a word, and no one dared to speak first.

Jay leaned close to Atlas’s ear and whispered a few words.

The usually silent CEO suddenly stood up, pausing at the doorway before instructing, “Jay will take over the rest of the meeting.”

Jay: “...”

Senior executives: “...”

Jay felt like nothing more than a disposable tool. Also, the CEO was definitely holding a grudge against him for not reporting Naomi’s arrival immediately.

Atlas stood at the door of his office, clenching and unclenching his fists. After repeating the motion several times, he finally pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw was the woman standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The breathtaking view and the stunning beauty—Atlas thought this moment should be captured forever.

Naomi heard the sound and turned her head, immediately seeing Atlas standing at the door. Her eyes curved into a smile. "Atty."

Atlas's Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably. Today, the girl in a red dress reminded him of the first time they met.

Back then, she had also worn a red princess dress with thin straps, her hair tied up in a small bun. With an air of arrogance, she had told her mother, "Mommy, I want to be the prettiest little princess."

Later, the young lady of the Swift family set her sights on his face and started following him everywhere.

"Atty, do I look good today? My dad just bought me this dress."

"Atty, do you like red? I love it! I think red dresses are the prettiest."

"Atty, my brother is gone. Mommy said he went far away. I'm so sad. But before he left, he bought me a lot of dresses."

Every day, the little girl would chatter about how pretty her dress was. At first, he found it annoying. Then he grew numb to it. Eventually, he got used to her voice—and even liked her endless chattering.

"Why are you here?" Atlas closed the door, took off his suit jacket, and hung it aside. Rolling up his sleeves, every movement exuded elegance and nobility.

Naomi's beautiful eyes sparkled. "Of course, I wanted to see you."

The girl couldn't resist the man’s charm. She was easily swept away, just like when they were children. Though she had forgotten recent events, her childhood memories had only become clearer.

Softly stepping forward, she wrapped her arms around his. "Atty, did you miss me?"

Atlas looked down at the little enchantress clinging to his arm. Yes, enchantress.

"I did. I missed you a lot."

During the years Naomi had been gone, he had sworn that if God ever gave him another chance to have her by his side, he would never hold back his longing and love again.

In Naomi’s memory, Atlas had always been the aloof boy she met when she was five, and he was seven. In her mind, he was always cold and distant.

She didn’t know why, but right now, she was happy.

And to express that happiness, of course, she gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Hehe, Atty, I'm so happy!"

Atlas’s lips curled into a smile, his deep eyes reflecting a commanding presence. "As long as you're happy."

As he spoke, he gently led her toward the window so they could look at the view together. The moment was just right.

"Oh, by the way, I went shopping just now. I used the card you gave me!"

Atlas pulled her completely into his arms. "Of course, you should spend my money. What’s the point of earning it if not for you?"

Naomi giggled. She felt like the Atty before her was different from the one in her memories—but in a way that made him even more lovable, like a domineering CEO.

"Then I'll wait for you to earn money and take care of me!" she teased.

But the man nodded seriously.

Thinking about money, Naomi realized she had no idea what she used to do for work. She had studied dance since childhood, so it must have been something dance-related, right?

She couldn’t really be a freeloader living off others, could she?

"Atty, what did I do before I lost my memory?"

Naomi racked her brain, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall anything.

Atlas was momentarily stunned by her question. He lowered his gaze to the delicate, stunning face before him, unsure of how to explain.

Since childhood, Naomi had shown extraordinary talent in the arts. People often said that mastering just one form of art in a lifetime was an achievement, yet his little girl excelled in piano, violin, and dance.

Especially dance—she had won countless national and international awards. She even had an online account dedicated to recording her daily dance practice. But ever since she married Kael, that account had stopped updating.

Seeing Atlas remain silent for so long, Naomi couldn’t help but wonder—was she really just a freeloader?

"Ah, Atty, why are you spacing out?"

Atlas narrowed his eyes at the woman before him, his voice deep and magnetic. "Naomi, do you still love dancing?"

"Of course! I've always loved dancing!"

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