"Jim, I'm tired. Let's head to bed, please?"
Jim's eyes, which were filled with abhorrence and resentment, had softened when he heard Charlotte's words.
He reached his hands out and gently caressed Charlotte's head. "Alright," he said dotingly, "we'll go now."
Then, his expressions changed once again, glaring at Luna coldly. "Fuck off! You're not welcomed here!"
Luna was flabbergasted as she watched Jim and Charlotte leave. She immediately rushed out from under the umbrella, passed through the bodyguards, and grabbed Jim's arm.
"Jim!" Luna bit her lip and held his arm tightly.
"What happened to you? Is Charlotte threatening you? Why have you turned out this way? Tell me!"
Jim should not have turned out this way; he was not this sort of person! She had been living with her brother for a year, and she understood him.
There must be a reason why he became this way!
Charlotte furrowed her brows upon hearing what Luna said. She let go of Jim's hand and slapped Luna's face brutally.
Slap!
The loud sound reverberated in the rain. Even Joshua, who was in the black Masevati across the street in the distance, heard it clearly.
He saw how the thin Luna retreated a few steps back due to the slap before falling to the ground under the heavy rain. A wave of cold anger rose in him.
This was the first time he could not control his emotions. He reached for the door and was about to rush out, but Lucas, in the car, pulled him back just in time.
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