Luna ignored him.
The person she did not want to see most at that moment was Joshua.
She went past the sofa and headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.
"Get me a glass too," Joshua's low and aloof voice came from the living room.
Luna rolled her eyes and swore at him in her heart, but she still respectfully poured him a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table.
She did not forget that she was a maid at that moment. He was the master of the house.
The maid pouring a glass of water for her master. It was the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Why were you crying?"
The moment she put the glass of water on the coffee table, Joshua gracefully tapped his cigarette onto the ashtray.
His deep eyes were locked onto her face like he was trying to read her mind.
Luna sniffled, put the glass down, and stood up straight. "Nothing. I just wanted to cry."
She gave Joshua a respectful glance. "Mr. Lynch, if
there is nothing else, I'm heading upstairs."
Then, she turned and was about to leave.
When she walked past Joshua, he reached his long arm out and pulled her into his arms.
The smell of alcohol on Joshua wafted into Luna's nose.
"Are you feeling aggrieved because of Aura? Hmm?"
He pressed her onto the sofa. His voice was low and melodious.
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