Chapter 32

It was a beautiful morning. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the spotless windowsill. Outside, dewdrops clung to green leaves, rolling down like the delicate tears of a beautiful woman.

On the large, European-style bed, Felix lay sprawled in the center. His short, tousled hair framed a handsome face, with deep-set brows above eyes still closed in sleep. His long lashes cast shadows over his chiseled features, while his broad chest, partly hidden beneath the silky sheets, held a quiet sensuality.

Instinctively, he reached out to the side.

Empty.

Where had Luna gone so early?

Felix frowned, slowly opening his eyes. A sleepy haze lingered in his dark gaze.

Where was he?

Judging by the decor, it was clearly a hotel room.

He froze as memories flickered through his mind like a reel of film.

A woman had helped him into the room, undressed him. He remembered tracing his hand along her soft cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips as he whispered, “Lu