CHAPTER 89

Preston seethed with anger. It turned out that Luna had used the perfume not because he had sent it but because she believed it had come from her best friend.

“How about this? How much did the perfume cost? I will transfer the money to you.”

Luna felt a profound sense of embarrassment. She genuinely had no knowledge that Preston had purchased the perfume. She abhorred taking advantage of others and presently felt remorseful.

Nevertheless, the perfume he had chosen was truly exceptional. Perhaps he had intended it for some other woman.

Luna retrieved her phone, gloomy in demeanor.

She wanted to transfer the money to him? Preston was livid. Luna had genuinely enraged him.

“Disregard it. A change of heart has befallen me. I shall withhold the transfer,” Luna proclaimed, tucking away her phone abruptly.

“Have you finally come to your senses?” Preston quipped, a slight raise of his eyebrow betraying his amusement.

“After thorough deliberation,” Luna retorted, “I have resolved to procure an