บททั้งหมดของ Claiming His Luna: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Cercei's POV Starting a new life in an unfamiliar world turned out to be more difficult than I expected. I grew up in a mansion where I had to do repetitive chores like cleaning and scrubbing. But in this new place, there were many different things to do.Since we were staying here, it seemed fair for us to help out. Surprisingly, Mamà started working in the tailoring shop on the second floor. I never knew she could sew. It made me realise that there were things about my mother’s life that I still didn’t know. As for me, I ended up serving customers at the café.Honestly, I wasn’t very good at it. Luckily, Aunt Melanie was kind and patient, even when I made mistakes like burning bread or serving bad coffee. She let me continue taking orders in the end.It wasn’t all bad, though. I did have some previous experience in this kind of work, even if it didn’t go well in the past. Dealing with customers here felt different. They weren’t just guests; they were regular people enjoying a cup o

Cercei’s POV My eyes widened in astonishment as Aunt Melanie presented me with a radiant, square object. Could it be? Is this truly what I think it is?“I want you to have this,” she gently placed the phone in my hands.“Auntie,” I uttered softly. Although I was captivated by its charm, I couldn’t bring myself to accept any more gifts. She had already showered me so much.“Cercei, you need this. In this day and age, communication is paramount, especially since you’re no longer at the mansion. Moreover, it’s essential for your safety,” she said, clasping my hand and putting the device in my palms.“You’ve already given us more than enough.”“For all the years we missed, it’s barely a fraction,” I embraced her warmly. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for everything she had done for me since we moved here. It had always been just me, Mamà, and Papà, and when Papà passed away, it felt as though we were the only ones left in the world.I never considered myself materialistic, but receivin

Cercei’s POV “Large, quad, non-fat, one-pump, no-cream, chocolate-infused coffee,” uttered the customer, dripping with sass.“Will that be everything, Miss?” I inquired, carefully jotting down her specific order. She wasn’t gazing in my direction, fixated on her phone, seemingly disinterested in my presence.“Obviously,” she retorted, rolling her eyes dismissively.“Coming right up,” I replied, offering a friendly smile. After all my time working here, I’ve come to understand that most individuals can be rather impolite, especially in the morning, until they’ve had their much-needed dose of caffeine.“What an unpleasant person,” Claire commented as I approached the counter with the order. It seemed she had been observing the previous interaction. I chuckled softly.“Yes, quite,” I concurred, affirming Claire’s observation.I handed over the woman’s order, causing her eyebrows to knit together and her face to contort in displeasure upon reading it.“Are we running a Starbucks here?” s

Lucian's POVLike a loyal dog, I trailed Cercei to Dinan with steadfast determination. I was persistently frequenting the café where she worked and staying at a simple motel on her street.A mix of fear, anger, and irritation brewed inside her, and I understood it all too well. She blamed me for the unfortunate incident at the party. She wouldn’t have accidentally dropped something on me if I hadn’t startled her. It was my own mistake that shifted Vienna’s focus to her, making things worse.Not to mention the fact that I became engaged soon after our intimate encounter. It was clearly her first time, and my foolishness made me mistake her for Vienna. I acknowledge my mistake. I harbour no intentions of coercing her into anything. I merely arrived here to ensure her safety and clear myself when a suitable moment arose while introducing myself more appropriately.“You’re behaving creepily, Sire,” Frank expressed over the phone with a trifle of respect. Even though Frank tried to be tact

Cercei's POV He brought me to a small seaside restaurant, affording us an enchanting sight of the boundless ocean. The locals, captivated by his presence, simply couldn’t avert their gaze. One can hardly blame them.Despite my enduring hostility towards him, I must admit that he is undeniably attractive. In fact, he represents a complete opposite in terms of appearance. His brown hair perfectly matches his fair skin. He is tall and slender, attracting attention wherever he goes. Moreover, his mysterious and commanding presence radiates a strong sense of power and authority.As our food arrived, we began a silent meal. I couldn’t muster the courage to look at him, but he kept stealing quick glances at me.A surge of profound discomfort courses through me. Here I am, partaking in a seaside lunch with my arch-nemesis on a languid Sunday.“How are you?” he interjects suddenly.Really, you have the audacity to inquire? My inner demon shrieks within, but I suppress it with silent restrain