Chapter 8

I nodded, meeting his eyes brimming with anticipation.

Suddenly, a phone call disrupted the atmosphere. He glanced at it briefly before hastily hanging up.

He explained, "Luna, there's a bit of an issue with the project in the West End. I need to step out and make a call. Go ahead and start eating, I'll be back to join you shortly."

As he spoke, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

I didn't react much, not even bothering to inquire further.

Garett finally sensed something was off. He looked up at me, his voice husky, "Luna, I feel like you've changed somehow. It's as if... you don't care about me anymore. The light in your eyes is gone."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat. I curved my lips slightly, my tone indifferent: "Don't overthink it. Go take care of what you need to do."

Garett wanted to say more, but time wouldn't allow it. He turned to leave, not even taking the time to change out of his house slippers.