Joshua and Luna immediately froze as soon as they heard that. Luna frowned and was about to say something when Joshua scoffed, "Why should I feed her?"
Anne rolled her eyes at him. "Do you have short-term memory loss, Mr. Lynch? Why can't you remember what you did? You-"
"Anne," Luna interrupted her before she could finish. She leaned against the headboard and gave Anne a feeble smile. "Didn't you say you came here as soon as you could and didn't even have time to go home? Well, I'm fine now, so you should go home."
Anne pursed her lips. She knew that Luna did not want her to bring up what Joshua had done. She sighed and glanced at Luna dejectedly. "Alright, take care, then."
With that, she shot Joshua a glare before she turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Joshua and Luna were left alone in the ward.
Luna sighed, picked up the lunchbox Anne had set down on the bedside table, and ate. She propped the lunchbox up with one hand and held the spoon in the other, blowing gently on the soup before taking a sip.
Joshua could not help but notice the way she ate bore a surprising resemblance to his ex-wife. Maybe kind
women just have a lot in common.
Luna was starving, so it did not take her long to finish the entire soup. She set down the empty lunchbox on the table and glanced at Joshua somewhat disdainfully. "Why are you visiting me here, Mr.
Lynch? Don’t you have work to do, or are you here to take me back and resume the meeting?"
Joshua looked at her meaningfully and chuckled." What if I told you that's exactly why I'm here?"
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