Half an hour later, Luna sat in a cab, her eyes fixed on the pink Mercedes G-Class not far away.
Simon opened the sunroof, and within a minute, the pink G-Class started rocking rapidly.
A crowd began gathering nearby, some stopping to gawk, exclaiming in astonishment, “Wow, making out outdoors. How exciting.”
“Tsk, tsk, rich people sure know how to have fun—lakeside, a G-Class, and a beautiful woman. It’s going to be one heck of a night.”
Luna’s eyes reddened as she stared at the swaying vehicle. Her entire body felt cold to the bone. Hands trembling, she recorded a five-minute video.
Afterward, she sent the video to Susanna with a raspy voice note. “Play this during the wedding.”
Once the message was sent, Luna dialed Maple Morgan, her mother.
“Mom, I’ll come to Naavi in seven days to see you and Dad.”
On the other end of the line, Maple sensed the slight quiver in Luna’s voice and immediately frowned. “Is Simon coming with you?” she asked.
“I’m coming back alone,” Luna replied.
“Alright, don’t be upset,” Maple said, her tone grim. She had a rough idea of what had happened, so she reassured her daughter, “I’ll pick you up from the airport.”
Late into the night, Simon returned home noisily, waking the sleeping Luna. Reeking of alcohol, he stumbled over to her, cupping her face in his hands as he began kissing her.
Perhaps uneasy over Luna’s earlier outburst, he murmured drunkenly, “Darling, I love you so much. You can yell at me, curse me, even hit me, but don’t ever leave me, okay? Baby, don’t worry. I’ll never cheat on you.”
Luna, on the spacious bed, coldly stared at Simon.
Simon had clearly drunk too much last night. He even returned home without wiping the red lipstick marks on his neck.
Yet the love in his eyes seemed so genuine, without a hint of deceit.
The next morning, Luna woke up groggily to find that Simon had squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush, prepared warm mouthwash, and even laid out an outfit for her.
Once Luna was ready, Simon accompanied her downstairs.
Simon’s phone at the breakfast table buzzed soon. He glanced at the message and then looked at Luna apologetically. “Lulu, I won’t be home tonight. There’s a gathering.”
Luna paused mid-bite of her waffle. She knew very well that Simon was planning to spend the evening with Sophie, but she couldn’t even muster the energy to expose him.
“Alright.”
After Simon left, Luna hailed a cab and quietly followed him.
20 minutes later, Simon drove into a well-maintained residential area.
Sophie, dressed in an elegant white Chanel-inspired outfit and a matching scarf, looked stunning and refined.
When she spotted Simon’s Bentley from a distance, she waved excitedly before running over to get into the car.
