บททั้งหมดของ Luna's Perfect Revenge: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Estelle’s eyes were fixed on the computer screen, but her mind was elsewhere. The letters on the document she was supposed to be checking blurred before her eyes and merged with the image of someone who had no business occupying her thoughts—Wade.Estelle picked up her pen and unconsciously tapped it against the desk, making a monotonous sound that did little to bring her back to reality.In truth, Estelle had tried to push all thoughts of Wade away, but it was futile. The harder she tried, the clearer his image became in her mind. Everything that had happened, especially the incident at the project site yesterday, replayed in her mind like a scene that refused to fade."Because I'm worried about you. I want to make sure you're OK with my own eyes."Wade's voice echoed in her mind once more, along with the memory of his worried gaze and the firm grip of his hand. Estelle closed her eyes in helplessness and let out a soft groan as frustration swelled within her.A strange pounding in E

Sitting behind his desk, Lennon's mind wasn't quite there. A feeling of uneasiness—akin to restlessness—held him captive, preventing him from working as usual. His concentration was compromised, his focus hijacked by something else—waiting for news from Roland.Lennon tapped his fingers on the desk in an irregular rhythm, realising that the uncertainty was haunting him, making time seem agonisingly slow. The calm and controlled demeanour he always maintained in any situation was now useless. He was truly unsettled, unable to find peace until he received the news he was expecting.It shouldn't take this long, Lennon thought as he looked down at the phone on his desk. So why hasn't he contacted me yet?At first Lennon assumed that he woul

For the past few days, ever since the conversation with Roland and Gloria, Estelle's thoughts had been tangled, almost impossible to untangle. Her mind had been filled with endless debates. Even now, she was still tossed about by the growing uncertainty that gripped her. Her mind drifted when she should have been concentrating on her work.Estelle's gaze was blank. Her head felt empty. As a result, her hand automatically moved over the transparent screen floating in front of her.Several digital documents opened. They displayed rows of data for Estelle to check. Unfortunately, the graphs seemed to turn into meaningless lines, dancing wildly and mocking her.Estelle dramatically closed her eyes. At the same time, she felt a throbbing pain begin to knock at her head, pulling her thoughts deeper into an endless cycle of fear.Estelle took a deep breath, trying to dispel the shadows of fear that haunted her. Unfortunately, the air itself became the enemy unde

Are you going to be honest with me, Estelle?The question echoed in Lennon's mind as his gaze remained fixed on Estelle. He studied every detail of her expression—the hazy look in her eyes, the trembling of her fingers. He also noticed how she kept biting her lower lip. Estelle looked utterly shocked and shaken, but that wasn't enough to dispel the two possibilities that lingered in his mind—whether her reaction was genuine or merely an act.His lips remained tightly sealed. Lennon resisted the urge to sneer. It was ironic, but to him Estelle spoke in such a sincere tone, as if everything she said was the truth, while reality told a different story. How can you behave like this, Estelle? How can you look me in the eye and speak as if you didn't have a single secret to hide?A cold sensation crept into his chest. A wave of anger coursed through him, mixing with the disappointment that was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

Estelle's footsteps sounded light on the restaurant floor, but not because she was feeling calm. Her mind was shrouded in fog and confusion. She moved without direction, driven only by instinct and the desperate need to escape. Her breaths were short and sharp, each one pressing harder against her chest.When she finally stepped outside, the bustling street stretched out before her. Yet the world felt muted. The sound of traffic and chatter faded into a distant hum. Her thoughts were elsewhere, replaying Lennon’s kiss and the emptiness it had left behind — nothing like the mark of love it had once been.Estelle’s fingers brushed her lips as if searching for the warmth that used to bloom whenever Lennon touched her. But all she found was cold: an icy numbness that slowly crept through her chest and clenched around her heart.The sharp ring of her phone jolted her back to reality. She blinked and fumbled for the device inside her bag. The name fl