"She can’t afford to suffer another injury anymore," the doctor warned Joshua after he finished suturing Luna’s wound again. He then added, "I heard that Ms. Luna is a jewelry designer. She had burst her stitches twice in a day... If she gets hurt one more time...she might not be able to hold a pencil ever again."
Joshua sighed and glanced at Luna, who had passed out from the excruciating pain. The color had drained from her face, and her right shoulder was once more wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.
Joshua sighed and left the ward.
"Lucas, send out a job recruitment notice tonight. I want to hire some jewelry design assistants who have stable foundations, or even artists."
Lucas paused. "Didn't Luna already hire her boyfriend, Theo, as her assistant? Why do you want-"
Before he could finish his sentence, however, Joshua shot him a glare, and Lucas immediately clamped his mouth shut.
When Luna finally woke up, it was already the next morning. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Joshua.
He sat on a chair next to her bed, dressed in all black with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He appeared to be fast asleep.
Luna frowned and stared at him for a few moments. His eyes were shut, and he looked calm and tranquil.
Luna recalled how Joshua had carried her into his car and sped toward the hospital last night. He apologized profusely to her throughout the journey, saying that h e did not mean to do that on purpose. He was just too worried that she would jump off the bridge.
Luna did not know whether to believe him or not, but she could not help but feel touched by his words.
She wanted to believe that everything he said was true.
Alas, as she regained her rationality, Luna knew they were all lies.
This man was selfish and despicable. How could he possibly feel sorry and genuinely apologize to her?
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