Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 119

Talia’s POV

I spent most of the afternoon in my room, trying to calm down, but it was useless. I couldn’t stop crying. I wish my wolf was here to talk to, but I was left with only my thoughts that seemed to be torturing me.

I had trusted Nolan. I had let myself believe there was something real between us. But he had discarded the moment I opened up to him. I wiped the tears from my face, but more kept coming.

‘Why am I still crying over him?’ I thought bitterly. ‘He doesn’t care!’

My reflection in my mirror didn’t help either. My eyes were swollen and puffy. The corners of my nose were red. I sighed and splashed cold water on my face.

I couldn’t keep hiding in my room. Father and Solon were expecting me for dinner. Avoiding dinner tonight would only worry them.

“Pull yourself together, girl. You can get through this,” I told myself.

After applying some makeup, I checked my reflection again. I looked miserable, but at least I didn’t look like I’d been crying for hours. I took a deep breath, left my room, and walked toward the dining hall.

When I entered, the table was already set. The table was barely visible with how many plates of food on it. It was too much food for three people.

Solon and father were already seated and waiting for me.

“Talia, you’re just in time. Come and sit down,” my father said, pulling the chair next to him out for me to sit.

“Hey Dad. Thanks,” I greeted softly, taking my seat. Solon gave me a small nod from across the table.

“You’ve prepared too much food,” I said quietly. “Was this your idea, Solon?”

“You got me,” he laughed.

“You’ve only just recovered from wolfsbane poisoning. You need proper nutrition,” Father added.

Did they expect me to eat all of this? Even with my wolf, I wouldn’t be able to eat all of this. I smiled weakly and said, “I appreciate the gesture, but this still is a lot of food.”

“Come on, Talia, eat. You must be hungry. You missed breakfast and lunch,” Solon urged.

I reached for my fork and knife. I cut into a piece of chicken while Solon and father talked about patrols. I hid my grimace behind my hand. The chicken tasted like nothing to me.

“You’re quiet tonight,” father said. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I replied, though it sounded unconvincing even to me.

“Are you sure? We asked you a question three times and you didn’t hear us,” Solon stated, looking concerned.

“Oh, I am sorry. I zoned out a little,” I apologized.

“No… You’ve cried earlier, right?” Nolan asked suddenly.

My head snapped toward him. “What?”

Solon pointed to his eyes. “Your eyes are still a little red. What is it?”

“I wasn’t crying,” I lied.

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