A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Chapter 125 - Cecily, Look At Me

Chapter 125: Cecily, Look At

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The distant look on Michael’s face had disappeared, replaced by a curious look, as if I had sothing on my face or done sothing extraordinary.

I shouted, but not everyone was staring.

I saw my fist in mid-air, and I could feel Mia pushing the blonde out with her paw.

At that mont, my outburst made want to use force. I was shocked by the idea that I was acting so impulsively, which, to be honest, wasn’t like .

I retracted my fist, and I heard Mia’s displeasure in .

“Mia, this isn’t right. We can’t do this.”

I told Mia.

“Get her out of here,” said Mia.

“Get out of here, Joanna. I already said that,” Sasha spoke on Mia’s behalf.

Sasha took a step forward. I knew she was on my side.

Joanna finally looked at . I looked at her and decided that if she didn’t get her filthy paws off Michael in three seconds, I would fight her.

I might not be able to fight her. She was a royal Lycan, and she was stronger than . But I would rip her skin off. She wouldn’t get away from . I would make her bleed.

Joanna took a step back. That was good. She finally stepped away from Michael.

......

I stared at the distance between her and Michael. She was looking at , too. She kept stepping back. I followed her every step. If she took one more step, I would let Mia out and run my claws down her throat if she ever touched Michael again.

And the more I focused on her; I realized she was the perfect woman. She had a touch of sophistication about her but also a touch of nobility.

I felt the sa way when I said that Alison looked like a child in her presence. In front of her, I looked young and normal. She was gorgeous, had the body of a runway model, and had long legs that all won envied.

She had a perfect body curve, and every part of her body was just right, so it didn’t feel too much or too little.

“Cecily, here, look at .”

I turned to look at Michael, who was waving at , and I found that when I wasn’t looking at Joanna, the anger in my heart faded dramatically.

Michael was already next to , and now that Joanna had distanced herself from us, Michael took my hand again and turned toward him. I had my back to everyone in the living room; Michael was the only person I could see.

The physical contact with Michael cald down, and Mia’s emotions were also eased. She was no longer screaming inside to co out.

“Yes, that’s right. Look at ,” Michael said in a low voice.

I looked at Michael taking a deep breath. Looking at his brown eyes like lted caral, I felt warm and at ease. Michael’s eyes were filled with my reflection. I was the only one he had.

The only person he could hug and have could only be . This thought was transmitted from Michael’s eyes to . I cald down, and my brain finally regained its rationality.

“Let’s go back. Sasha. Ask the butler to send up a dinner,” Michael said loudly.

He was still holding my hand as he led toward the stairs.

I was confused. What had I just done? How irrational of to want to attack a royal Lycan and rip her throat out.

But the outburst was so uncontrollable that I instantly felt like a different person. I almost lost control of Mia. She was about to rush out to take control of my body and fight a royal Lycan I had never seen before. It was so strange.

I followed Michael back, almost at a loss. Why did we have to go back when we had just co down? Had we not agreed to eat downstairs? But I also knew this wasn’t a good ti to ask questions. I should save all my questions for when we reached the room.

“Michael...” Joanna’s voice ca from behind.

I felt the unknown fire in my heart about to burn up again, but Michael squeezed my hand slightly harder. I lowered my head to look at his hand holding mine. Once again, I felt confused about my emotions.

“Don’t co any closer, Joanna,” Michael said coldly.

I heard Joanna’s footsteps stop behind .

I wanted to look back to see what was happening, but Michael had already pulled up the stairs. I could only hurry to catch up with Michael.

As I stepped on the last step, I glanced down the stairs. Samuel had already refocused his gaze on his computer. Joanna stood rooted to the spot, her face half-shocked and half-ashad. Sasha, on the other hand, was waving her arms in my direction, a brilliant smile on her face.