The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 136

“You look like a panda. Didn’t you sleep well?”

Gordon had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked at me with a hint of resentment. “Mr. Lancaster had a fever all night. I was up with him.”

So, Gordon hadn’t asked Verna for help. He had handled it all himself. I shook my head. “You’re making me look like a slacker.”

Gordon’s usually stoic expression cracked. He twitched his lips. “You’re joking, Mrs. Lancaster. But thankfully, Ms. Garcia was here last night. She gave Mr. Lancaster a shot to bring down the fever. He’s doing a little better now.”

As if worried I would misunderstand, he quickly added, “Ms. Garcia was hungry in the middle of the night and came out to find some food. That’s when she saw how bad Mr. Lancaster was. It was just a doctor’s compassion…”

I said nothing. His rush to explain made it seem like I was some kind of

monster.

Verna put down the bowl and walked over to me, her voice sweet and full of remorse. “Mrs. Lancaster, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about last night. I’m so sorry. Bess and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, especially Bess. She twisted the truth and made you feel wronged. I apologize on her behalf.”

“As for the slaps,” she continued, “please don’t worry. I’ve talked to her. She won’t call the police or cause any trouble for you. I hope you can forgive us.”

I looked at Verna. She was pure and beautiful, her voice gentle and sincere. It seemed like a genuine apology. Bess had been a real piece of work last night, twisting my words and painting me as the villain. But Verna hadn’t been the one to say those things, and as long as she wasn’t defending Bess, I had no real issue with her.

12

14:36

Chapter 136

“It’s fine. Last night…”

Before I could finish, a hoarse, cold voice cut in. “Why are you

apologizing? She’s the one who should be apologizing.” The voice was rough, the kind that comes with a severe cold, and was followed by a wracking cough.

I looked at Steven. In the morning light, his handsome features looked sharp and cold, his eyes like ice as they fixed on me. Here we go again. Why was he always in such a bad mood? In all the years of our past life, he had never been this prone to scowling. If he was so determined to protect Verna, why didn’t he just divorce me already?

I rolled my eyes, walked over to the table across from him, and casually picked up a sandwich. “When women are talking, men should keep their mouths shut,” I said lightly. “And you’re seriously ill. Your throat sounds like it’s on fire. Can’t you just be quiet?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify