Chapter 140

“My father is downstairs?“

He climbed down from the bed, wearing the robe around his shoulders. “I ’11 go wash up. You should
tidy yourself up and get up too. Ask the servants to prepare whatever you want for breakfast.“

He acted so naturally as if this was not the first time something like this happened between them.

Looking at his broad back, Luna bit her lip. “Joshua.“

He stopped.

“What more do you want to say?“

He opened his mouth, not even bothering to turn around, his voice cold and distant, “We’re both adults.
Don’t tell me…“

His lips turned up in a sneer, “You want me to take responsibility? You came to me drunk, is this a new
mission Malcolm Quinn gave you?“

With that, before she could react, he opened the bathroom door and walked in.

Sitting on the bed, Luna looked at the tightly shut bathroom door, listened to the flow of the running water
inside, her heart sinking deep down into the pit of her chest.

His cold attitude reminded her of the countless days and nights when they were together.

He always treated her like that.

Not bothering to listen to her, not taking her feelings and opinions to heart.

In the beginning, she thought he was just unaccustomed to living as a couple, used to his life revolving
around himself alone.



Later, she realized, it was not that his life revolved around him alone, he merely did not take her to heart.

She shut her eyes, all corners of her heart aching as if it was sliced by a knife.

After she tidied herself up, she took out her phone. She had two unread messages.

One was from Malcolm. (I ‘m leaving now, an early flight. Contact me if anything happens.]

The other one was from Nigel, two simple words, ( Good morning.]

Luna’s heart ached.

Nigel was not a talkative child.

Even when he was with his siblings, he was very, very quiet.

So quiet, that she once thought he was suffering from autism.

But such a quiet child would do something like this early in the morning, take into account the time
difference, and text her good morning.

He must be worried about her…

He was so understanding and thoughtful that her heart ached.

She clutched her phone tightly and closed her eyes. For Nigel… anything she did was worth it.

By the time Joshua walked out of the bathroom, Luna was dressed and sat on the side of the bed,
waiting for him.

Seeing him walk out, she smiled and stood up. “Mr. Lynch.“



He raised his brow faintly. “You’re still here?“

He thought he had made himself clear and she would leave by herself.

But not only did she not leave, but her demeanor also changed completely and she waited for him
outside the bathroom.

“I’m not leaving.“

Luna smiled and looked at Joshua. “Mr. Lynch, I pondered it for a while, and I’ve decided.“

He frowned, rolling up his shirt sleeve, and asked carelessly, “Decided what?“

“I want you to take responsibility.“

His hands that were rolling up his shirt sleeve stopped in an instant.

He frowned, his cold gaze sweeping across her face. “ Are you serious? You want me to take
responsibility?“

“What else?“

Her lips curved into a smile. “Last night I came to you drunk, but you didn’t reject me either, am I right?
And…”

She smiled flirtatiously and walked toward him, raised herself up on her tiptoes, half-narrowing those
soul-sucking eyes at him. “Since we need each other, why don’t we maintain a long-term relationship?”
She reached out her hands and circled them around his neck, planting a kiss on his jaw boldly. “What do
you think about my suggestion, Mr. Lynch?”


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