A Beautiful Luna After Rejection Novel - Chapter 296

296 Idling

Michael noticed my wild thoughts and reached out to let me lean on his shoulder. He sighed. “You’re worried about something that will never happen again.”

I silently took in Michael’s aura without saying a word.

Rather than focusing on the future, I’d rather focus on the present. I was by Michael’s side, and I was in his heart.

The next day, Michael and I heard the news of Joanna’s death.

This news didn’t make me feel relieved. Instead, it made me feel a sense of sorrow. I didn’t know where this sorrow came from, but I had been living in this depressing mood for a few days.

Michael finally broke this emotional dilemma.

After Michael finished the work, he brought Sasha, who had just finished her vacation, and me back to the place where we first met; Michael’s private villa.

Returning to a familiar place naturally made me feel much better.

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This place was also very close to my home, so I could visit my parents anytime. Familiar people and familiar environments also surrounded me. Such an environment relaxed me and made me feel at ease.

Before I met with all these accidents after I turned eighteen, I thought I would stay here forever because I liked the blue sky, air, forest, and people here.

Although there was a time in between when I thought I would never come back. But now, after going to so many other places and even seeing the magnificence of the palace, I found that I still liked this place the most.

What made me most happy was that Michael also liked this place.

It was also for this reason that he bought the house here before. He even told me that he could live with me in the future if Brandon did not arrange too much work for him after taking over the throne.

No matter what, it was a future worth looking forward to.

I’d come back to this place and start my life here again. I felt like nothing had changed. I didn’t experience betrayal, pain, or struggle. I also didn’t have to see Joanna. Everything here was beautiful.

However, I knew that something had changed.

I was more confident, stronger, independent, beautiful, and happy than before. My experience made me grow, and I gained new friends and the best mate in the world.

After living with Michael for a while, I found that Michael and I got along better than before, and we could agree on many things. Michael became more gentle and willing to listen to my opinions, and I was happy to share everything about me with him.

However, when I told him I wanted to return to school with Sasha… We had a disagreement. Michael didn’t reject me directly, but he didn’t intend to agree.

He always used something else to divert my attention when I mentioned this topic. Then, that incident caught my attention. And so, I was dealt with by him again and again.

Until one day, I firmly told him I wanted to go to school again.

“My dear, I’m not trying to stop you from making your decision.” He shrugged.

I stared at him, wanting to know what serious reason he could come up with.

But he just put his arm around my shoulder, nibbled at my ear, and whispered, “But you see, there’s only the two of us right now. We should do some things that only two people can do together.”

In fact, this was what we did the most these days: pooling around in bed.

Michael was my first boyfriend, real mate, and the first person I had sex with.

He had all my firsts. If one could land the right person the first time around, it was good because it would save them time. However, it also had its downside: I didn’t have anything to compare it.

Especially in sex, I didn’t know if other people spent as much time on it as Michael and I. I always felt that Michael tormented me too much, but he would use the tone of coaxing a child to tell me that it was normal for mates who had just gotten together.

Many times, our day and night were reversed because of sex.

He would drag me from midnight to the wee hours of the morning, not knowing fatigue, and I would sometimes pass out from the thrill of sensory overload. So, when I couldn’t get enough sleep at night, I had to make up for it during the day.

Most of the time, I would be in bed at 12 o’clock, but I might only be able to fall asleep at 6 o’clock in the morning. Then, I would wake up at noon and have my first meal. The whole day would have passed.

Michael and I had two weeks of work and rest reversed.

Later, I couldn’t stand this kind of life anymore and thought I should choose a healthier lifestyle. I used this as an excuse to reject Michael’s licentious request.

I tried to start planning our lives again.