"When Ms. Luna wakes up, should I tell her you were the one who sent her home?”
Joshua lowered his eyes and looked at the red-faced woman lying on the sofa. “No. Just tell her that her colleagues sent her home."
He looked at Luna deeply again. "She'll get a headache when she’s hungover, prepare some soup for her to help her sober up."
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he sighed deeply and said, "It’s okay, I'll do it."
With this, he took off his tie, unbuttoned the two topmost buttons of his shirt, then turned and entered the kitchen.
He had never made her soup before. Back then when h e made soup for Fiona, Fiona even secretly recorded him with his phone and sent the video to Luna to show off.
He wondered how she felt when she watched the video.
To tell the truth, that night he only cooked the soup because he remembered that she always suffered from hangovers the next day. Initially, he planned to ask Lucas to send the soup to Luna, but Fiona caught him when he was busying himself in the kitchen.
That was how the bowl of soup that he made not for
her not only failed to reach her hands but in the end turned into a tool for Fiona to show off... 1
He sighed, tied the apron around his waist, and started busying himself in the kitchen.
Luna lay on the sofa, her eyes squinting into a thin line, and quietly watched the man as he hopped around the kitchen.
Somehow, tonight Joshua suddenly turned into a version of him that she did not know. The Joshua Lynch of the past would never do anything for her, much less cook her soup so diligently.
If it was not for Fiona’s phone call that she overheard o n the journey to the villa, she might brainwash herself into stubbornly thinking that he loved her.
But in fact...
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