Luna never guessed that Joshua could be so bold. His rock-hard chest pressed against her, pushing her into the sofa.
The distance between the two of them was so incredibly small that she could clearly feel the heat radiating off his body, his steady heartbeat, and his rhythmic breaths. 1
Her own breathing grew ragged.
Joshua looked at her delicate features with narrowed eyes, his gaze cold and deep. "Answer me, Luna."
He did not believe that someone who would exert her entire strength into pulling him up from the edge of the cliff in such a desperate situation would not have a n ounce of love for him and would even go so far as to say that marrying him was an unnecessary hassle.
Luna raised her eyes and met Joshua's deep, bottomless eyes. She did not push him away nor did she struggle, just stared at him with those clear eyes o f hers. "You seem to have misunderstood."
Her voice was cold and her eyes were indifferent. "In that situation, even if you were a stranger, I would try my best to save you. This is just my personality, who I am as a human being, it has nothing to do with the identity of the person whom I saved. Even if it was Fiona hanging off the edge of the cliff, if I could, I
would choose to save her too. Not to mention the fact that you're not Fiona, you’re the person who saved Nigel out of Fiona's hands. Of course, I couldn’t just watch as you fell to your death."
She lifted her lips, a faint smile on her face. "But I hope you understand, saving you has nothing to do with my feelings. Just because I saved you when you were in danger doesn’t mean that I have feelings for you. If I saved a dog off the streets, according to your reasoning, I would have to marry that dog?"
Her words were cold and emotionless. Her metaphor made the light in his eyes grow dim. "So to you, saving me is no different from saving a dog off the streets?"
Noticing the anger in the depths of his eyes, Luna cracked her lips open and laughed, "Of course not. If I saved a dog off the streets, it would be grateful to me that it wouldn't push me into a pit of fire again."
Joshua's fingers tightened around her arms. He heard the underlying message in her eyes as clear as day. She was inferring that he was even worse than a dog. She said marrying him was like falling into a fiery pit.
He forced down the fury rising in the pit of his stomach and slowly released her arms. Finally, he stood up.
Free from the suffocating weight of his body, Luna leaned on the sofa, finally breathing in deep gulps of air. When he was pressing into her, even her breaths were careful and measured. She was worried just one misstep, he would realize that her cold attitude and her hard exterior was just that, nothing but feigned bravado. After he released her, she felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
Joshua stood in his original spot, watching as she panted raggedly, a self-deprecating sneer rising at the corners of his lips. He lowered his head and elegantly straightened his shirt that crumpled when he pressed into her just now.
"Luna, I gave you a chance. Since you think that marrying me is a hassle and is equivalent to jumping into a fiery pit, then I shall not bring this up anymore. You can just wait for Aura to take action then."
With that, he stood up and took his grey trench coat off the clothes rack. Because he was always working, h e hardly wore other clothes besides a suit and dress pants. He only wore a trench coat today because...
Because he remembered Luna once said that since he was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, he would look good in a trench coat.
That was why he intentionally put on a trench coat before coming here when he found out Christian Moore would be present too.
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