Chapter 40. What Was That?

“What are you thinking about?” Atticus’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him long and hard and tried to figure out why he didn’t look like a cheater. As handsome and respectable as the man was, it didn’t change the fact that he was a cheating bastard.

“Nothing. Focus on your work and don’t mind me,” I told him and turned over in my seat. I was in his office again and not the one at home, the real one.

He had been surprised to see me in his office, especially carrying a lunch box, and I was pleased to see he had his head buried in between files and not between another woman’s legs.

Oddly enough, he had been indulging me these few days, and I didn’t know what to make of it. He allowed me to do whatever I pleased and actually answered my questions during dinner. He was also not frowning when I barged into his office unannounced.

“When will you be heading home? It’s getting late,” I had my back to him on the couch, so I had no way of telling if h