Besides Aura and Joshua, Michael also sat at the table in a well-pressed suit and yet failed to look elegant at all.
Seeing Luna walk downstairs, Michael hurriedly stood up with a bright smile on his face. "Luna.”
Luna frowned and glanced at him, confusion filling her eyes. Did he not come here to record an apology video? Why was he still here after the video was filmed?
Reading her confusion, Aura lifted her lips faintly. "I invited Michael in. It's late, he hasn't had dinner yet, the villa is so big, an extra seat at the table wouldn't make much of a difference."
With that, she lifted her eyebrows and side-eyed Luna. "Sis, don't tell me you don't even allow Michael to come in for a meal?"
Luna's eyebrows screwed together fiercely at her words. She curled her lips, “I don’t mind an extra seat a t the table, but..." She sat down in her spot, her cold eyes sweeping across at the other woman. "You and I are not close enough for you to address me as your sister. Besides...”
She glanced at her coldly. "Don't you already have a sister?"
Aura's face paled instantly. How did she know...
"It's just a form of address." Sensing the tense atmosphere between the two women, Michael hurriedly tried to break the tension, all the while hanging a smile on his face. All he could think about was what was going to happen tonight. He did not want their fight to spoil his plans for the night.
"Let's eat!" As he spoke, he started to put a drumstick onto Joshua's plate. "Joshua, you just recovered, you should eat more."
Joshua glanced at him indifferently, took the drumstick, and threw it into the trash can beneath his feet.
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