"Let me borrow your name."
Atlas's brows rose as her voice echoed through the quiet office. Then, the corner of his mouth briefly curled upward.
"I'm borrowing Mrs. Bennet's name," Lola clarified, watching him slowly turn around to face her. His shadow shielded half her body, but her eyes stayed fixed on him.
Now that she'd said it, her grip loosened. She nodded to herself and exhaled the heaviness in her chest.
"What I mean is, you introduced me as your wife to Lawrence Young and Jasmine Young," she explained calmly. "Since then, Jasmine Young has been bothering me to meet up with her. I don't think it's right to pose as Mrs. Bennet when I know I'm not."
Although Lola had deliberately planned this "misunderstanding," she wanted to exploit it with all her heart. Still, she needed his approval. After all, it was his family name she was using.
"Was that what's been bothering you today?" he hummed, sauntering toward her.
