After hanging up the call from Malcolm, Luna laid on the bed and rested for a while. Unknowingly, she fell asleep.
She had a dream.
The dream was how she met Joshua for the first time. It was a warm and sunny Spring afternoon.
She was sitting under the cherry blossom tree, holding a drawing board as she sketched. After a flutter of cherry blossoms, she saw that young man in white.
He had a deep-set face and protruding facial features. His white clothes amplified his aloofness and regality.
He was reading under a tree in the distance as his brows would occasionally furrow.
Absent-mindedly, Luna drew him into her sketches.
"Not bad." When she put on the final colors, the young man's low voice suddenly rang in her ears.
Luna's hand trembled. She successfully managed to color his face black.
Utterly alarmed, she did not know whether to stand u p and greet him or rescue the sketch in her hands.
At that moment, Joshua behind her gently chuckled. " You made me ugly."
He took her pencil with his long, slender fingers and large hands. He wrote a series of numbers on her sketch.
"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Contact me once you've edited the sketch. I'm buying it."
She pursed her lips, turned to look at him, and asked," What should I call you?"
He lightly smiled. "Call me Joshua."
"Joshua..." Luna muttered his name and woke up from her dream.
At that moment, the skies outside were completely dark. The dim moonlight shone through the windows, and it seemed rather dreary.
Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes. Luna sniffled and wiped them away.
Just when she was about to get down from the bed, someone switched on the light in her room.
Click!
Sometimes, he thought that Luna was just like other women that wanted to get close to him. However, most of the time, she gave him a distant and aloof feeling, like she did not want to have anything to do with him.
"Did I?" Luna panicked a little, but she still showed no emotions on her face. "Mr. Lynch, you must've
misheard."
She then pried his arms away.
"Although I shouldn’t sleep so long during working hours, Mr. Lynch, you could consider docking my pay, but please don't simply enter my room in the future. 1
"Firstly, it's quite rude to enter someone's room uninvited. Even if I’m just a maid, I wouldn't want anyone to do that.
"Secondly." Luna looked at Joshua meaningfully. "If M s. Gibson finds out about this, I'm afraid I can't explain myself.”
Joshua lifted her chin with his finger. His eyes turned cold. "Why do you care so much about what she thinks?"
"It's you, Mr. Lynch, that cares about her."
Luna’s face was still indifferent. "No matter what, she’s your fiancee who you've been engaged with for more than five years." "I won't have a fiancee anymore."
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