I arrived at Luna's villa, stepping into a scene I had hoped to avoid.
There, on the living room sofa, sat Michael, quiet and still, with Luna occupying the opposite couch, her face breaking into a smile as she stood to greet me.
Michael's face twisted into an expression of sheer terror and absurdity upon seeing me, quickly burying his head into his lap, while Luna greeted me with a smile.
Standing at the doorway, I was taken aback.
I had assumed Michael might be confined in a room somewhere, and my plan was to meet Luna first, check on Michael through surveillance, and then decide whether to see him face-to-face.
Yet, here they were together.
"Everyone leave, and don't come back without my order..." Luna commanded the servants as she approached me.
The room fell silent, doors shut tightly, leaving only the sound of Michael's heavy breathing—a reminder of his labored breaths during his intimate moments with Betty, though now marked by tension rather than passion.