Without a husband?

Clarita turned around with puffy eyes and still wet cheeks when she heard Atma's voice, who was standing not far from her. "What!" Clarita screamed.

Atma frowned in confusion; he didn't know the origin of the woman in front of him, and vice versa. But he couldn't possibly just watch a woman who had just given birth to twins sobbing uncontrollably, especially as the woman was holding her daughter's body.

He didn't know which demon had entered his body; his strong hand reached out to take over the baby, who had only felt the outside world for a few hours. Like carrying a fragile item, Atma carried it carefully, as if he took the slightest wrong step, the baby in his arms would be crushed to pieces.

It's too much for a man like Atma, an untouchable man who somehow cares so much about the twins and the woman in front of him. After successfully putting the princess back in her basket, he rushed out to call the nurse.

Not long after, Atma returned with the same two nurses who delivered the baby earlier. Atma gave a code for the nurse to bring the baby back. Atma really doesn't know how to melt a woman's heart or calm a woman's cries.

Atma pulled a chair closer to Clarita. He was just silent and didn't move, staring at the back of a woman he didn't know at all. Likewise with Clarita, she was still crying silently, her back shaking uncontrollably.

He himself didn't know why his tears wouldn't stop. Even though he felt that he was fine, except that his future was no longer in shape, Clarita tried to calm herself and stop her crying, but the more she tried, the faster the clear beads flowed. The woman's cry was not an ordinary cry; Atma realized that. There was something different about the cry of the woman with her back-length hair.

“You don't need to hold back crying. But after this, "

"You can't cry anymore," Clarita interrupted in a hoarse voice. "Classic; all assholes would say that.” Atma was shocked to hear Clarita's words, and he concluded that the woman had been abandoned by her lover.

Atma fell silent again. He was really bad at seducing women, because all this time it was women who were seducing him and were happy to give up their bodies to be ravished by the man with the CEO rank. Atma only needs to lie on the bed with a cool expression on his face, and the women will be happy to move on top of him.

However, all this time, there was only one woman who kept disturbing his mind until he could no longer enjoy every move of the wild women out there. A woman who came to him when he was 'on fire' and up to now, Atma has been trying to find her, but like the earth swallowed him up, the woman he loved couldn't be found at all. He had searched from the end of the city to the end of the country and never found that woman again.

"Can you come out?" Clarita asked, still in a hoarse voice.

"You don't want to tell me?" Atma asked subconsciously. He immediately cursed his mouth for impudently offering something to a woman he had only known for a few hours.

Clarita turned around; she looked at Atma with a puffy face, not to mention the clear beads still dripping down her cheeks. He looked at Atma so coldly; it was actually the first time a woman had dared to look at him so coldly. So far, he has always received adoring looks. "I don't think we're that close to sharing life stories with each other."

Finally, Clarita had erected a high wall for the man in the white shirt. Atma looked deeply at Clarita. I don't know, but to Atma, the woman's eyes felt familiar and shady, even though the woman looked at him coldly. When he looked at Clarita, Atma found a streak of sadness and confusion in her.

“You're not paralyzed yet, are you?” Clarita sarcastically said that because the man in front of her didn't move a millimeter.

Atma snorted harshly, then pushed the chair, making a heartbreaking scraping sound. Clarita closed her eyes for a moment to neutralize the strange feeling that was floating in her heart. Atma stepped towards the door of Clarita's room. Not long after, there was the sound of the door opening and closing alternately, indicating that the man who was in the same room as him had left.

Since Atma left, Clarita continued to think about clues that she might be able to remember about who the man who had taken her crown was. There was only one clue that Clarita remembered: the man had an ivory necklace and a black rose tattoo on his chest. However, men with such characteristics are not just 1 or 2 in this world. Even though the necklace felt marketable, there were probably more than thousands of men who had the necklace, not to mention tattoos. Clarita was getting frustrated thinking about what would happen in the future.

On the other hand, Atma was increasingly curious about who the woman in the room was—the woman who looked at him differently. “I have to find out.” Atma's fingers moved to type several letters on the screen of his cellphone. Not long after, his cellphone rang again briefly. Atma hurriedly opened his cellphone again and read the message he had just received.

Atma's lips twitched softly when he read a series of pieces of information that Atma had just given him—Atma's right hand—complete with Clarita's home address, shoe size, hobbies, and favorite food. Atma enthusiastically read all the information that Bara gave him, but Atma's brow furrowed when he arrived at the last page of Bara's report. The man with thin sideburns couldn't find any information about Clarita's origins; he didn't find out who her husband was, when he married, or who his family was. He only found Clarita's full name, namely Clarita Inggit Devina M.

Atma dialed Bara's cell phone number. Not until the count of five had changed to a polite greeting from Bara. “Your data is incomplete. Do you want to be fired?" Atma asked without further ado and without greeting.

A rough sigh was heard on the other side. Bara himself already knew his boss's behavior by heart; how could he not? For 8 years, Bara accompanied Atma to lead the family company. Not to mention, if Atma accidentally implants a seed into a woman's fetus out there, Atma will hand it over to Bara to solve any problems that will occur.

"I told you. The woman did not provide any information on social media or local residents. You know, he's like an alien who suddenly came to the village. No one knows who her husband is or who his family is. He only said that he deliberately stayed here to calm herself down." Atma sighed in annoyance at Bara's explanation.

Neither Atma nor Bara made a sound; as usual, Bara would wait for Atma to hang up the phone if he still wanted to work at the well-known company.

"Besides, you don't want to find out about women? What is it?"