The breakfast was a test of my ntal fortitude.
Although Jones didn’t say anything more, I found myself unable to et his gaze.
Thankfully, after breakfast, he returned to the next room to rest. He had been up all night, working tirelessly, and he was visibly exhausted.
"Norah, I won’t be ho for lunch. I’m going over to a friend’s place," I said, hastily gathering a few belongings.
Luna had invited over for lunch and asked to bring Serena and Brandon along.
Once outside, I strapped Serena and Brandon into their car,seats and drove off towards Luna’s place. It was a bit of a drive, taking about half an hour.
Upon arriving at Luna’s, I realized my timing was off. She was in the middle of an argunt with Mitch.
"Are you filled with seawater or sothing? Can’t you do one simple thing right? You knew I was having Eliana over today, yet you invited Damon? Did you do this on purpose?" Luna’s voice, full of anger, echoed through the house as she scolded Mitch.
Mitch swallowed his pride and tried to explain calmly. "No, I had already arranged lunch with Damon. Not just him, but two other colleagues are also coming. I just forgot that you had invited Eliana today. Can’t you reschedule your eting with Eliana?"
"No!" Luna was always a princess in front of Mitch.
He always indulged and pampered her, which had made her sowhat willful.
That willfulness made both envious and worried.
At that mont, I was standing at their front door, feeling too awkward to enter. Through the glass door, I could see that Mitch was losing his patience.
Luna continued to berate him, and just as I was about to intervene, Mitch couldn’t hold back any longer. "Enough!"
For a mont, Luna was frozen in place, and my heart clenched in anticipation.
To make things worse, Damon had arrived. The villa’s front door was wide open. He gave a curious look as he approached.
I held out a hand to stop him. "Wait!"
"Wait for what?" Damon asked.
"They’re fighting." I jerked my chin towards the living room where Luna and Mitch were in a heated argunt, completely oblivious to our presence.
Damon frowned, looking puzzled.
Our voices were low enough that Luna and Mitch couldn’t hear us. However, their argunt was loud and clear from the doorway.
Luna couldn’t believe that Mitch, who always indulged her, would suddenly lose his patience with her. "Mitch, why are you yelling at ?"
"I think you’re being too willful. Don’t you agree?" Mitch, despite seeming regretful, still spoke harshly. "I can handle the occasional tantrum, but today’s al is work-related. Can’t you understand that? I am tired too!"
"Tired of what? Tell !" Luna demanded. Her voice choked with emotion.
"I work every day. I help with the kids when I co ho. You know what kind of person I was before. Isn’t my change enough for you? You’re always picking on , throwing tantrums when you’re upset, and expecting to pacify you. I feel like I’m not your husband but your slave." Mitch’s voice grew louder, causing their child to start crying in the living room.
Luna burst into tears, and my heart ached for her.
I imdiately pushed open the door and brought Serena and Brandon inside.
"Mitch, if you have sothing to say, say it nicely. Why do you have to be so harsh?" I demanded, annoyed.
Damon followed in, and Mitch gave us a complicated look.
Luna, still crying, took their child and went into the bedroom. I followed her inside.
In the bedroom, Luna was crying even harder. She didn’t look at , just sat there holding their child.
I knew she felt embarrassed that I had seen that side of her.
She considered Mitch the kindest man in the world, next to her father and brother.
She had often bragged about Mitch’s kindness to her to and our friends, Sofia and Clara, never hiding her happiness.
But now, that happiness had been shattered by Mitch’s outburst.
"Luna, are you okay?" I left the stroller by the bedroom door and walked over to her, gently touching her hair.
"I’m fine. Why didn’t you tell you were here? I’m sorry you had to see this," Luna said, trying to smile through her tears.
"If this is about and Damon, you can tell . I don’t mind rescheduling. Don’t let my visit cause any trouble between you and Mitch. He’s your husband and the father of your child," I said, trying to comfort her.
Luna wiped away her tears. "It’s not about you. I overestimated my importance in his life. I thought he would tolerate my tantrums and my willfulness. But I guess no man can pamper a woman forever."
Even the most indulgent man can get tired. Won need to learn to give in sotis, too.
"Luna, how can you deny Mitch’s kindness to you? Everyone can see how well he treats you. Don’t let a small argunt make you question his feelings for you. He’s done so much for you," I advised.
"No...you just don’t understand..." Luna wiped away her tears, a hint of sadness in her voice, "On the surface, he’s always been good to . But I feel sothing’s changed, sothing only I can sense."
"You’re not suggesting he...he’s lost interest in you, are you?" I found it hard to believe.
Mitch was a forr playboy, and as the saying goes, a reford rake makes the best husband: He should have had his fill of the glitzy outside world.
In the past couple of years, Luna, indeed, had beco a different person. Her entire world revolved around her little family. She had cut off all contact with the rogues from her past.
She took a deep breath and turned the question on , "Is it that wealthier n always prefer won who are delicate yet strong, soone they feel the need to protect?"
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