On the other end of the phone, Nigel’s voice was polite and obedient, “We’ll talk again when you’re free! “
Then, the little boy hung up the phone.
Luna had no choice but to head to the door and open it.
The moment the door opened, the man strode in immediately, and his body reeked of alcohol. In his intoxicated state, he fell onto Luna’s bed in a heap. “ Honey, I want water…“
The term of endearment made the woman who held the door handle stiffen sharply. He never…called her Honey before.
Hearing him call her that was one of the dreams she wrote down in her diary. Alas, that dream only came true six years later when he was drunk.
“I want water…“ As he laid on the bed, the man opened his mouth and requested again. Luna had no choice but to close the door and pour him a glass of water.
She held out the cup of water that was carefully heated and approached him gently. “Here, drink this.“
He nodded, climbed upright obediently, laid on the headboard of the bed, and emptied the class of water. Then, he laid back down on the big bed and clumsily tugged at his necktie.
The banquet that night was a formal event. He even wore a suit and tie. At that moment, the tie seemed to be making him uncomfortable.
She sighed, walked to him, and bent down to undo his necktie. She placed it on the bedside table, then unbuttoned the two topmost buttons of his shirt, wanting to make it more comfortable for him.
Unexpectedly, when she reached out to unbutton the second button, his large hands locked onto her slim waist. “Honey… Luna Gibson…“
He repeated the same two phrases as he pulled her harshly into his chest. “I miss you so much…“
Luna frowned and struggled instinctively, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from his grasp. Finally, all she could do was lay on his chest in defeat.
Feeling his warm breath and the steady beat of his heart, she laughed helplessly. “Joshua, which one is the real you?“
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