The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 200

Chapter 0200 

“Piper?” Julian was waiting for my question. 

“Okay.” I prepared myself with a deep inhale. Then I asked, “Why did you and Prince Nicholas never 

seem to get along?” 

Julian’s smile didn’t as much as twitch, yet I still felt a tension seep into the room. Maybe it was my fault. I knew I was asking a loaded question, and with it hanging now in the air, I felt the true weight of it. 

I very nearly took it back. I asked too much, got too personal. I should take it back. 

Or he could just lie. I wanted him to, if that meant this terrible moment would end. 

He looked at me, and then he said, “Nicholas stole my first love. Her name was Bridget.” 

My thoughts fizzled out. Nicholas. stole.. Julian’s love? That seemed so impossible! Nicholas dated 

some before me, I remembered him talking about it some. But he had always said his previous 

relationships had never included anything serious. 

I didn’t think he would lie to me about that. 

Had it been different from Julian’s perspective? Or was he lying to me now? 

Tiffany s 

started laughing. “You can’t expect us to believe that! No one, not even Prince Nicholas, would 

be able to steal a woman away from you.” 

“You are very sweet,” Julian, said, smiling at her. He placed his elbow on the table and then his chin in his hand. “And you’ve played right into my trap. Tell me more about how wonderful I am.” 

Tiffany indulged him at once. “You have the most beautiful eyes. And your wit is unmatched.” 

Julian continued to encourage her. “Go on. Don’t stop.” 

Veronica glanced at me. She didn’t say a word and her face looked no different than before, yet I felt 

e she was giving me a vibe. Someone I knew she was telling me that Julian hadn’t been lying. 

had no reason to think that, really, other than a growing pit in my stomach, but it was what | believed. 

down, his unusual answer remained on my mind. Veronica and Tiff any ench 

pador. But I stayed behind. 

You have questions,” he said without looking at me. “You might as well ask them.” 

I traced the edge of the table with my fingers. “Were you telling the truth?” 

“Of course I was.” He turned, facing me. “Blue is my favorite color.” 

I ” 

I sighed. “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“Do I? Veronica thought it important enough to ask that question first.” 

“She also asked your star sign and which of your cars is your favorite.” 

“All valid questions.” He laughed as he walked closer. 

I gave him a withering look. 

Just like that, his laugh turned bitter. “Don’t ask me questions you don’t actually want the answers to,