The Luna Is Gone (Diana and Nathan) by Angelique Quinn novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 

Diana’s pov 

Nails pierced through the flesh of my palm, warm liquid oozing out. 

Yet, I couldn’t sense any pain. 

My breath paused briefly, 

Then, I asked, “Are you serious?” 

Nathan abruptly looked up, seemingly surprised that my initial reaction wasn’t denial but a thoughtful inquiry. 

In that moment, a hint of frantic astonishment flashed in his icy, indifferent eyes. 

I even thought he regretted the impulsive suggestion. 

But words were spoken, and evidently, there was no turning back. Nathan chose silence. 

Honestly, just as Nathan couldn’t anticipate my response, I struggled to understand his reaction. 

So, even though I hadn’t agreed to Nathan’s absurd proposal, I provocatively said, “No problem, I can go along if you find someone. I’m up for it.” 

“Diana!” 

Before I could finish, Nathan couldn’t bear it any longer. He sat up straight, his gaze intense, fiery anger as if he wanted to turn me into ashes. 

I found it amusing and perplexing. “Didn’t you suggest this? I agreed, so why the urgency now?” 

Nathan’s hand, resting on the sofa’s armrest, unconsciously tightened, knuckles paling. 

As I observed the indentation and even cracks on the sofa’s surface, I felt a pang of pity. I regretted inviting him to sit. 

“Diana, have you no shame?” Nathan seemed to suppress his anger forcefully. 

Blinking, I couldn’t fathom why he was so angry. 

Frowning, I reiterated, “You proposed this.” 

“I propose, and you just agree?” Nathan almost shouted. 

Startled, I stood there, unable to comprehend, growing more bewildered. 

Nathan, realizing his overreaction, swallowed hard, trying to hide something, averting his gaze. 

His disheveled appearance bordered on embarrassment. 

In the spacious room, an eerie silence settled. 

For a moment, I wished Avia next door would create a disturbance, at least diverting 

my attention from Nathan. 

Unfortunately, Avia must have been tired, not a sound came from next door. 

After a while, Nathan seemed to regain composure. 

For a moment, I wished Avia next door would create a disturbance, at least diverting my attention from Nathan. 

Unfortunately, Avia must have been tired, not a sound came from next door. 

After a while, Nathan seemed to regain composure. 

Though still looking away, his voice regained its calmness. 

“If you can face punishment so candidly, it proves the punishment isn’t severe enough.” 

He was explaining. 

It suddenly dawned on me. 

Nathan wasn’t angry because I agreed to his ludicrous proposal. He was upset because, in facing the proposal, I didn’t show the expected signs of distress. 

Without evident pain, he felt dissatisfied. 

I chuckled self–deprecatingly, amused by my unwarranted assumptions. 

I thought… his anger stemmed from lingering emotions for me, not wanting to see me fall so low. 

“So, what do you want?” I asked, feeling a sudden fatigue, an overwhelming weariness. 

Despite that, I forced myself to stay alert and said, “Whatever the conditions, as long as you’re willing to abandon the collaboration with William, I can…” 

“Don’t waste your effort.” Nathan interrupted, smirking coldly. 

He stood up from the sofa, seemingly ready to conclude the conversation. 

“I will never give up the collaboration with William, especially if it’s the most agonizing for you.” 

Leaving these words, Nathan exited my room. 

The door slammed against the frame, a loud noise echoing before rebounding. 

Watching Nathan’s swift departure, my heart sank into an abyss. 

Angrily, I grabbed a handful of hair. 

knew, with just me, changing Nathan’s mindset was wishful thinking. 

Yet, I refused to give up. 

Opening the computer, I started collecting information on suppliers of medical equipment and began making calls one by one. 

I refused to believe that, with enough profit, no supplier would defy Nathan and William by providing me with supplies. 

“Miss Reist, we’d love to cooperate, but we’re currently out of stock.” 

“Sorry, Miss Reist, our supplier was just acquired by Alpha Nathan. You’re too late.” 

“To be honest, we received orders from Alpha Nathan not to collaborate with you. You know, we’re just a small company, can’t afford to offend Alpha Nathan…‘ 

One call after another, all met with rejection, some even chose to hang up. 

Staring at the notebook with crossed–out numbers, I sighed deeply. 

Was there truly no way? 

In the midst of my despair, a sudden call came in.