However, Joshua did not know what Luna meant and instead interpreted it as something else.
He narrowed his eyes. "You're going to commit suicide and frame me for murder...because I stopped you from marrying Theo?”
Luna froze for a moment, then chuckled. "You have a very good imagination, Mr. Lynch. This does sound like a good idea." She let out a sigh and gazed at a distance. "If my death would mean that you receive the punishment you deserve, then it sounds like a fair trade."
However, Luna knew that would not happen.
She nearly died many years ago, but not only was Joshua unaffected by that, he even got engaged to Aura.
Not only did he manage to land another woman, but h e also received a reputation as a faithful and devoted husband.
Therefore, Luna did not want to die. Not before Joshua did, at least!
"You’re willing to risk your life just to get back at me," commented Joshua coldly as he squinted. "Do you like Theo that much?"
Luna sneered but did not reply.
Joshua sighed as he realized Luna would not budge from the railing as he continued, "Luna, I know that you resent and hate me because of what happened today, but if you want to seek revenge, you need to be alive to do that. Come down.”
Luna gazed at Joshua's face and suddenly felt amused by this. "Why do you care if I'm alive or dead, Mr. Lynch?”
She was just a temporary toy to him that he could humiliate whenever he wanted. He had disgraced her right in front of Theo and his parents.
Did he care about her at all? Did he even care whether she was alive or dead?
Luna stared at him, her gaze etched with contempt and hatred, and Joshua automatically felt alarmed by the way she looked at him.
He could not make out what she was thinking. He was afraid she would jump off the railing at any minute.
Joshua’s heart skipped a beat.
He was usually a calm and collected person. The last time he ever felt this anxious was six years ago, when Luna Gibson had fallen into the ocean and went missing!
At that time...
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