The Luna Is Gone (Diana and Nathan) by Angelique Quinn novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

Diana’s pov 

Gradually regaining consciousness, I felt sore all over. 

Struggling to open my eyes, the intense light made it hard to adapt. 

The hospital air, a blend of medicinal scent and disinfectant, surrounded me. Turning my head slowly, I saw a familiar figure by the bedside. 

It was Moss. 

His eyes closed, seemingly in a light slumber. 

I attempted to speak, but my throat felt unusually dry. 

After clearing my throat, I managed to utter, “Moss?” 

Moss abruptly opened his eyes, looking at me in confusion. 

After a few seconds of staring, he seemed to comprehend and sighed softly. 

“You’re finally awake,” he said, then asked, “How do you feel now?” 

I shook my head. 

Trying to sit up, the overall body ache forced me to abandon the idea. 

“Not great,” I honestly admitted. “I’m in pain all over. What happened? Why am I in the hospital?” 

“Don’t you remember?” Moss stood up to pour water. 

I furrowed my brows, “My brain is a mess right now. I vaguely recall going to a hotel to sign a contract. After leaving the hotel, I…” 

“You were hit by a black car. Concussion, multiple bruises. The driver was drunk and has been taken to the police station.” 

Moss spoke while adjusting the angle of the bed and placing the water on the bedside 

table. 

I recalled the powerful impact and the dizziness. Fear surged within me. 

But soon, my thoughts shifted, ignoring the pain. I grabbed Moss’s arm, “My contract… did you see my contract?” 

Moss’s gaze lingered on my hand grabbing his for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it now.” 

He continued to adjust the bed. 

Once my upper body was in a near–upright position, he handed me the cup of water. 

“Have some water first,” he said, then walked to another cabinet in the ward, taking out a folder from one of the drawers. 

“Is it this?” He unfolded the folder and placed it on my legs. 

I glanced at it, relieved. “Yes, that’s it.” 

I took a sip of water, feeling my dry throat regain vitality. 

Eagerly, I said to Moss, “Did you read the contents of this contract? I negotiated a collaboration with Smith, and they agreed to supply us with medical equipment! We-‘ 

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“Diana.” Moss furrowed his brow, interrupting me. “Do you think it’s the time to talk about medical equipment now?” 

I didn’t immediately understand Moss’s point. 

“Aren’t you happy, Moss? With this batch of medical equipment, we can break free from William’s control, establish our own lab, and save many lives.” 

“But you almost died!” Moss yelled. 

His eyes showed an abnormal shade of red, an expression of uncontrolled emotion that I had never seen. 

I was stunned. 

“Moss?” 

Seemingly on the verge of an emotional outburst, Moss covered his eyes with his hand before I could fully comprehend. 

“Never mind,” he said, sounding weary. 

When he lowered his arm again, his expression had returned to normal. 

He sat back down. “Weren’t you going to tell me about the medical equipment?” he asked. 

I suddenly felt excited and shared all the details of my communication with Smith with Moss. 

After listening, Moss’s face darkened. 

“Three million deposits, twenty billion final payment, for just a hundred sets of equipment. Why doesn’t this Smith just go rob a bank?” 

I waved it off, “Given the current situation, his high price is justified. Anyway, Nathan has promised me the one trillion is already in. When the time comes, I’ll use the money he provided—” 

“Didn’t you say that one trillion would be invested in 

my lab?” 

“I… did I say that?” Feeling embarrassed, I feigned forgetfulness. “Oh, I have a headache; I can’t remember much…” 

Moss silently watched my performance without saying a word. 

Perhaps I overacted, as I accidentally moved my arm, causing pain in the wound. Reality took over the act, and I grimaced in pain. 

Moss quickly took the cup from my hand. 

After the pain subsided, he asked quietly, “Are you done pretending?” 

I shook my head with a bitter expression. “No more pretending.” 

“Then remember to transfer that one trillion to me,” Moss said. 

I hesitated. Well, maybe I should continue the act. 

“Oh, by the way.” I suddenly remembered something, instinctively looking towards 

the window. “How long have I been unconscious now?” 

The curtain was drawn, blocking any incoming light. 

Moss checked his watch, “It’s 1:20 in the morning now. You’ve been unconscious for 

about seven hours.” 

I patted my chest in relief. 

“Fortunately, fortunately. I was worried about missing the delivery time tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow?” Moss was surprised. “So soon?” 

“I requested it. Given the increasing number of infections, we can’t afford to wait.” 

“Don’t tell me you’re going to pick up the goods yourself tomorrow,” Moss said. “I definitely have to go,” I replied. “No, Moss, don’t.” 

“Tell me the location, and I’ll go for you.” 

“It won’t work if you go.” I sighed. “You know the situation now. I can’t let Nathan and William know that I’ve found a supplier. Otherwise, it will definitely lead to big trouble. So, I’ve made an agreement with the boss of Smith. They won’t deliver unless they see me.” 

Moss tightened his lips and remained silent. 

After a while, he finally compromised. 

The next day.