Joshua stood at the entrance of Tea Cottage for a long time.
He knew that Luna was upstairs. He could tell that the shadow behind the curtain of the second-floor window belonged to her.
He could even make out the vague outline of her body behind the curtain, as though she was peeking at him through the window.
He wanted nothing more than to rush upstairs, pull her into his arms, and tell her that they had both been tricked by Malcolm and Heather.
He knew that neither Bonnie nor the servants would b e able to stop him, but...
After what happened two weeks ago at the engagement party, he refrained from doing so, having experienced just how cold Luna had acted toward him.
He was not afraid of anyone stopping him. Instead, he was worried that his impulsive choice would not only serve no purpose but even make Luna's misunderstanding of him deepen.
Therefore, Joshua let out a sigh, dragged a bench over t o a spot where he could face Luna's window and sat down.
He took out a recording device and spoke into it,"
Luna, I wore a shirt that doesn't suit me at all today. You probably saw it, didn't you? It's not black, and it's not a suit either.
"I never really took any of your needs to heart, and I always used to think that as long as it suited my identity, it didn't really matter what anyone thought at all. But because of this, I neglected the fact that you didn’t like black and a lot of your other opinions.
"Therefore, from today onward, I'll start changing and become a person that you like.
"If you're satisfied with what I became, then come out and see me, please?"
From a distance, Luna could make out that Joshua was sitting in the garden, facing her window, and seemed to be saying something into a recording device.
She was a little impatient to hear what he said and, at the same time, felt a little helpless.
What was this man doing? Since she refused to see him and knew that she was safe and sound, should he not leave? What was he doing, staying here and talking into a recording device?
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