Chapter 120

A moment later, lightning flashed, and it began to rain heavily.

"It's raining!" Freya looked up. The rain pattered on her face. She quickly ran back with the plate. The others followed. They had just returned to the living room when the rain outside blurred their vision.

"Fortunately, we're done eating," Freya said with a smile, carrying the plates and other dishes. "Otherwise, we would have had to eat in the rain!" She possessed a cheerful personality and a sweet appearance. Wearing one-piece pants, she looked tall and cute.

"I think they're going to settle their breakfast!" Freya said, a little curious. Thinking about Sophia being hungry made her feel good.

Stellan put down his plate and wiped his fingertips.

"If Odalys hadn't woken up early to find food, we would also be hungry," Stellan said.

His words woke them up.

Freya quickly looked at Odalys and said, "Odalys, when you wake up early in the future, call us. We can't let you do everything."

"That's right," Selah agreed.

Odalys didn't mind, but she nodded and said, "Okay." She had woken up early and gone out to inspect the situation behind the village, so she hadn't called them.

"It seems like the rain won't stop anytime soon. Why don't we play card games?" Odalys suggested, pulling over a chair.

"That's right. We can play card games. Although we can't connect to the internet, we can play offline," Freya said, immediately taking out her phone.

Selah and Stellan also sat down. The four of them played card games. The loser had to wash the dishes at night, and everyone agreed.

Next door, Group A:

Sophia supported Finnian and returned. When she saw it was raining outside, she was stunned and said, "We haven't had breakfast yet, and it's raining!"

But no one answered her. She felt a little aggrieved. She turned around and saw Atlas sitting silently to the side.

Sophia walked to his side, gently pushed his arm, and asked in a low voice, "Atlas, what's wrong?"

Atlas's eyes were red. He looked up at her, still bothered by the sight of her wearing sexy pajamas and hugging Finnian that morning.

"Come with me," Atlas grabbed her arm. He dragged her outside and, after confirming there were no cameras, let go of her. He combed his hair with his hand and lowered his eyes in frustration. He looked at her and asked, "Why are you suddenly so good to Finnian? And you didn't even put on your underwear this morning. You only wore a nightdress when you rushed in to hug him."

"Is it true that you got a room with Finnian? Did you have an affair with him before?" Atlas felt his chest tighten. He felt terrible thinking about someone taking advantage of his sister, whom he had always protected.

Sophia was stunned by his question. Then, she reached out and hugged his neck tightly. She leaned into his arms and swayed her body quietly.

She said, "Pfft, Atlas, you're imagining things. I was anxious this morning and worried something had happened to him, so I rushed in."

"Besides," she continued coquettishly, "in the entire variety show, the person I care about most is you. Don't you know what kind of person I am? I haven't spent the night with anyone else!" A few words appeased Atlas.

He looked at her curious and aggrieved expression, and his anger dissipated.

"You're not allowed to do this again," Atlas said, lowering his head and kissing her forehead. He rubbed her hair with his large palm.

Sophia leaned into his arms and listened to his strong heartbeat. At an angle he couldn't see, the corners of her lips curled into a scheming smile.

"Okay, I listen to you," Sophia said coquettishly. She stretched out her small hand and wrapped it tightly around Atlas's waist. Her body kept rubbing against his. It looked like she was wheedling, but Atlas's body stiffened. Then, he had a physical reaction.

"Love you," she said. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Atlas on the mouth. It was a light kiss, and Atlas lowered his head happily. He watched as she shyly turned around, pushed him away, and ran inside.

Atlas stood where he was and reached out to touch his lips. Her warmth was still there. He chuckled softly and turned to leave. However, he saw the cameraman standing not far away, staring at him in shock. The camera on his shoulder was aimed at him. Atlas froze.

He strode forward to look at the camera, then back at the photographer.

"She's my younger sister," Atlas said, his voice hoarse. "She's a little upset, so I'm comforting her." He was starting to panic. If this scene was broadcast live, would others think it was incest? However, it seemed too late now! On second thought, he felt it didn't matter. Anyway, he wasn't Sophia's biological brother. If he was misunderstood, he could marry her. He had never considered letting Sophia marry someone else and leave the Bennett family. He felt that since the Bennett family had raised her, she should stay with them, whether she was his sister or his wife.

"Of course, I understand," the photographer said with a glint in his eyes.

Atlas looked into the photographer's eyes and turned his head guiltily. He pretended nothing had happened and walked into the living room. The living room was empty; there wasn't even a seat. This house looked new but lacked the liveliness of the dilapidated house next door. Although the next door leaked, at least it was well-furnished. Coupled with the straw Odalys had put down, the rain didn't affect it.

They felt a little unbalanced; they had chosen a good house but didn't even have a seat. Moreover, they slept on the ground.

"I'm going to lie down for a while," Francis said, turning and walking into the room. Finnian lay on the floor on his side. Francis sat beside him and looked at him thoughtfully without saying anything. Only Sophia and Atlas remained in the living room.

"Don't worry, we'll go out when the rain stops," Atlas said in a low voice.

Sophia's smile was forced. Then, she raised her feet and walked outside. She stood there and looked outside. The moment she turned her head, the smile on her face froze.

"Why are my clothes in a mess?" Sophia said in disbelief. She took two steps forward and realized something was wrong with her clothes. After showering last night, she had washed them and hung them to dry, with her underwear at the bottom. But the order was messed up. The rope where she had hung them was empty. Her underwear had been moved. Her heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale. She wondered if her memory was wrong.

"Had someone touched my clothes? Was it the three people from Group A?" Sophia clenched her fists tightly. She felt a little embarrassed but didn't show it.

"What's wrong?" Atlas heard her voice and quickly walked out.

Sophia shook her head and said embarrassedly, "I'm fine. I just wondered if my clothes would stink if it kept raining."

They looked at each other as if sparks could fly from their eyes.

The photographer stood in the dark and silently panned the camera.