CHAPTER 39

Luna sat in the living room, busily peeling fruit and preparing breakfast. A poor night’s sleep had left her with dark circles under her eyes, prompting her to replenish herself with vitamins.

Meanwhile, Preston sat silently on the sofa, legs crossed, clad in his grey suit trousers.

Luna noticed his gaze lingering on her and she blushed. When she looked his way, she found him regarding her with a strange intensity.

Unsettled, Luna shifted awkwardly in her seat and continued her task, but his stare remained. He had been observing her for a while, and showed no signs of stopping. Setting her fruit knife aside, Luna rubbed her temples in frustration, wondering what was so intriguing about her to Preston.

Memories from the previous night flooded her mind—his firm grip on her hands, the weight of his body against hers, and his smoldering gaze that made Luna feel exposed and vulnerable. Recalling the humiliation made her cheeks flush.

Preston frowned, sensing Luna was lost in thought. He sn