The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 

Third Person’s POV 

Samantha scrambled to explain. “Algernon isn’t just physically hurt; he’s traumatized. He cried all through the night. His water gun is broken, and he’s been throwing a fit for a new one since dawn. My mother took him out to try and calm him down.” 

Cassian’s brow twitched at the mention of the boy “crying all night,” but he didn’t immediately take the bait. 

He stayed silent for a beat before offering a steady, grounded warning. “Don’t spoil him too much. If you indulge him now, he’ll be impossible to handle when he’s older.” 

Samantha lowered her eyes guiltily, but then, as if finding a better angle, she looked up at him. “Cassian, you can’t blame Algernon. I tried to be polite greet Luna Trista, but she just kept glaring at me. Algernon is just so sensitive about manners; that’s how the misunderstanding started.” 

She chose the word “manners” carefully, wrapping a blatant provocation in a layer of innocence. 
Cassian’s expression soured instantly, the warmth draining from his eyes. 

When he spoke, he didn’t raise his voice, yet a palpable aura filled the apartment. “Samantha.” 

He paused, a clear warning for her not to cross the line. 

“I publicly acknowledged Algernon and took you both under my wing to make up for what I owed you in the past,” he said, his voice deep and lucid. “You know perfectly well that Trista has misunderstood this entire situation.” 

His gaze fell on 

Samantha’s face like a cold blade, forcing her to look at the boundary he had drawn. 

“I warned you: do not approach her. Even if you run into each other, there is no need for greetings.” 

Samantha stood before him, her spine rigid, her nails digging into her palms. 

Every inch of her broadcasted tension; she held her pheromones in so tightly it was as if she feared a single drop of sweetness would enrage him. 

She pushed through, trying to explain. “Cassian, you’re misunderstanding me. We really did just bump into each other in the hallway. I was only trying to be civil.” 

She paused, picking the words most likely to move him and softened her voice. “But Attwater’s hostility was just so obvious. He brought up Algernon and threatened to kill him. The way he towered over us.. thura was terrifying.” 

A flash of irritation crossed Cassian’s features, as if she had led the conversation into a trap he didn’t step in. 

His voice turned icy. “Samantha, Attwater is Trista’s brother. Watch how you speak about him.” 

The sudden shift caught Samantha completely off guard 

Before, Cassian had been willing to break Attwater’s wrist for her sake; why was he suddenly defending Silverlight members now? 

The lighting in the women’s department was blindingly bright, the racks perfectly aligned. 

Trista was picking out a coat for Ulva, while Cassian followed her with the cart, offering occasional suggestions. 

To any outsider, they looked like the ultimate power couple–perfectly matched, drawing envious glances from every direction. 

The attention only served to polish the lie of their “stable mating.” 

Trista picked up a scarf and turned to ask Cassian’s opinion, only to find him standing a few paces away, head down as he took a call. 

She put the scarf back without a word and waited. 

Her face was a blank mask, her emotions locked away tight. 

Cassian hung up and walked back to her, his tone steady “Algernon’s water gun is broken. I’m going to toy department to grab a replacement. I’ll find you in a bit.” 

Trista didn’t say a word. She just gave a small nod. 

Cassian didn’t wait for her input either. He turned the cart around and headed straight for the children’s section.