Chapter 3

I placed my hand over Cameron's and said, "We should avoid each other in the near future."

He was taken aback. Then, he cautiously nuzzled against me. "Why? Have I done something wrong?"

Would anyone expect Cameron, known for being ruthless and decisive, to speak to someone so humbly?

I grabbed his tie and pulled him to me, leaning close to his ear as I said breathily, "Don't you know that my husband is back from his travels?"

He snorted. "So what? Have you heard anyone say anything about you coming here to see me? I'm more capable than him—we don't have to sneak around like this. Divorce him and be with me. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life. How about it?"

It was a familiar promise. Two years ago, Shawn had told me the same thing. The only difference was that Shawn had been faking it, and Cameron was probably sincere.

I didn't need it, though. A lifetime was too long; all hearts were at risk of changing, no matter how sincere they were at this moment. I could enjoy the fruits of Cameron's sincerity, but I couldn't believe it.

I pried his hand off mine and stepped on his expensive leather shoes with the tip of my heels. "You've crossed the line, Uncle Cameron."

He watched me, his eyes unreadable. "Why aren't you leaving him when he treats you like dirt? Do you still love him?"

This was his first time taking such a tone with me. It was cold, domineering, and forceful. I only wanted to laugh, though. He was so jealous.

"Is he worthy of my love? I just think that I'd be going too easy on him with a simple divorce. I can't let him go without making him pay for what he's done," I said.

Cameron seemed to be relieved. "Let me know if you need my help."

I placed my hands on his shoulders. "I want you to help me now."

His breathing grew heavier. Then, he easily carried me to his lounge. Things soon got hot and steamy in the small room.

He lowered his head to bite my bra strap before dragging it down. His eyes were dark and unfathomable as he looked at me. "What am I going to do with you? It's what I get for liking you, isn't it? It's alright, though—I'll try to get you to make things official with me."

…

When I got home, I saw Shawn sitting on the couch, his expression ugly. I ignored him and turned to head upstairs.

"Stop right there." He looked at me.

I turned and saw the dark circles underneath his eyes. I didn't know what he wanted, so I asked, "What?"

He tugged his hair and showed me his call records. "I called you so many times last night. Why didn't you answer any of them? You've never acted like this in the past. Where were you?"

He seemed mad that I'd stayed out all night, but what gave him the right?

I didn't want to waste my breath on him, so I said flippantly, "I was talking business with someone and put my phone on silent."

He scanned me doubtfully. Then, he softened his tone, perhaps because he noticed I was still wearing the same clothes. "Why did you have to go to Morningstar for business?"

Morningstar Films was Cameron's company. I was surprised Shawn knew where I'd been.

"One of my celebrities wanted to terminate a contract but was afraid of the paparazzi catching them, so they asked me to go in their stead. You know it's only work, right?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I've long since told you to stop working. It's not like I can't put food on the table."

I only found his words mocking. He had a net worth of millions of dollars, yet he wasn't even willing to give me 20 thousand dollars. The food he put on the table was barely enough for me to survive.

I was sleepy, so I brushed him off. "We'll see."

I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist. "My friend's wife cheated on him."

I raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with me?"

He tightened his grip, but I didn't make a sound despite the pain. "She cheated on him with his uncle."

My, what an exciting story.

Shawn's voice turned icy. "Say you can't do this job, Luna. I want to see you quit by next week."