Se connecter“Wait, Nick.”Eric’s voice cut through the heavy silence just as Nick’s hand reached the polished brass handle of his office door. The late afternoon sun filtered through the floor to ceiling windows behind him, casting long golden lines across the marble floor and turning the air inside the executive office thick and almost suffocating.Nick stopped, but he didn’t turn immediately. His jaw tightened, a faint muscle ticking beneath his skin. He was not a man who liked being stopped—especially not when his thoughts were already somewhere else.“You… Are you starting to love her??”The question lingered in the air like smoke from a freshly lit cigar.Nick slowly pivoted, one brow arching with controlled disdain. “Love? Love is a strong word. She’s the first one to not instantly reply my messages.”The answer was casual. Too casual.Eric leaned back against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms, studying his friend the way a predator might study another—calculating, amused. A low laug
“Mom… did you really fake it?”Luna’s voice was calm—too calm. It carried no tremor, no visible anger, yet something in the way she held Donna’s gaze made the older woman’s composure waver.The hospital room felt smaller than before. The white walls no longer looked sterile, they felt accusatory. The faint hum of the air conditioner blended with the distant echo of footsteps in the corridor outside. Everything was ordinary—except the tension hanging thick between them.Donna forced a small laugh. “Luna, what kind of question is that?”But her fingers betrayed her. They tightened around the strap of her handbag, knuckles paling.Before Luna could respond—Ting.The notification sound broke the fragile silence.Luna’s brows furrowed slightly as she glanced down at her phone.Nick.Of course.She unlocked the screen.A photo filled her display—close-up, deliberate, annoyingly clear. Nick’s wrist. The faint red imprint of her teeth standing out against his skin.She instinctively zoomed
Before Luna truly step out of the room, Nick called her name again.“Luna.”Her hand froze midair, fingers just brushing the cold brass doorknob. For a brief second, she considered ignoring him. But something in his tone—low, measured, almost careful—made her pause.“What?! What now?!!” Luna snapped, turning her head sharply. Her cheeks were still flushed, not only from anger but from the humiliation of that absurd conversation about babies and price tags.Nick leaned casually against the edge of the bed, though his eyes betrayed something far more serious than his relaxed posture suggested. He studied her—really studied her—as if memorizing the way fury sharpened her delicate features.“Can’t you speak calmly to me?” he asked, the corner of his lips twitching.“No! I can't!”Her answer came instantly. No hesitation. No diplomacy.Nick let out a short breath that might have been a suppressed laugh. The tension in the room thickened, yet underneath it was something dangerously close to
Nick stepped out of the bathroom, shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, hair still slightly damp. The sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the faint floral fragrance lingering in the bedroom.Luna was still staring at him.Not softly.Not shyly.Sharply.“Don’t look at me like that, Luna." Nick said calmly while reaching for his watch on the nightstand.“You—”Knock. Knock...Both of them froze.Nick didn’t need to guess who it was.In a second, his entire expression changed. The cold CEO mask slipped into something entirely different.Without warning, he leapt back onto the bed and pulled Luna into his arms aggressively.Luna gasped as her body landed against his chest.The door opened.“Wow…”Donna stood there, smiling brightly. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she looked at the scene before her — her son and daughter-in-law tangled in bed.Clearly, the herbal drink had done its job.“Babe, you were amazing last night,” Luna said sweetly, forcing her hand to glide acr
Morning light slipped through the curtains in thin golden lines, cutting across the bedroom in quiet elegance. Nick groaned. His head throbbed violently, as if someone had struck him from the inside. He pressed his fingers to his temples, eyes still closed, trying to steady the pounding in his skull. “Damn…” Slowly, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Luna sitting at the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. There were faint shadows beneath her eyes, as if she hadn’t slept properly. Her fingers were wrapped around a glass of water. “Are you feeling better, Mr. Nick?” she asked softly, offering him a glass of water. Nick pushed himself into a sitting position. His throat was dry. Without another word, he took the glass and drank it in one go. The cool water eased the heat in his body, but not the fog in his mind. “What happened last night?” he asked quietly. Luna hesitated. “Last night…” she began carefully. Nick’s eyes sharpened. “Why? what happ
The air inside the bedroom was still thick with heat. The bedside lamp cast a soft golden glow across the silk sheets, painting their shadows against the wall. The curtains swayed gently from the night breeze slipping through the slightly opened window, yet the temperature between them felt anything but cool. Luna was still sitting on Nick’s lap. His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist, his body radiating unnatural warmth. His breathing was uneven, heavy, almost restrained — like a man fighting something dangerous inside him. “What’s wrong with you, Mr. Nick?” Luna asked softly. Nick didn’t answer. He only stared at her. Her lips. His gaze was intense. Too intense. Dark and burning in a way she had never seen before. “Why is your face so red?” “Are you sick?” “Do you have a fever?” Concern replaced the earlier embarrassment in her voice. She lifted her hand and pressed her palm gently against his forehead. Hot. Far too hot. “For a tough guy like you—” “L
“Luna!” “Come on, get it out of your mouth.” “Get it out!” Nick's voice was firm, repetitive, trying not to be panicked. His arms wrapped around Luna's body from behind, his position precise, like someone who knew exactly what to do in a situation like this. Both hands pressed against Luna's
“Will you marry me or not?” “Nope!” The refusal came out of Luna’s mouth, firm and without hesitation. Her hand pushed Nick's hand away from her cheeks—hard enough to create distance between them. Luna stared at Nick with cold, cynical eyes. Her gaze slowly scanned Nick—from his perfectly sty
"As mine..." The words slipped from Nick's lips in a low, calm tone, as if the decision were as simple as signing a business contract. But to Luna, those two words felt like a small bomb exploding right in front of her face. Luna stared at Nick without blinking. Her gaze was intense—not out o
"What are you looking at, Luna?!" Nick's voice was sharp, cutting through the air with coldness. His gaze locked onto Luna as if he had just been caught red-handed committing a serious crime, not just staring too long. His jaw tightened, the muscles in his temples tensed, holding back something







