บททั้งหมดของ Fake Vow, True Luna: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Olivia“Wait, Olivia! Please, don’t leave.” Nathan’s voice cracked as he jumped up from the bed.“What choice do I have, Nathan? I can’t be here, like this, if you can’t even look at me.” My hands trembled as I reached for my bag, trying to shove my things inside.“Is it that easy for you? To just walk away?” He sounded exasperated, his brows knitted together in a frown that I hadn’t seen in a long time.“Easy? You think this is easy for me?” I snapped, zipping up my bag with more force than necessary. “I thought we were past all this, past the accusations and the doubt.”“We are! Olivia, we are past it. It’s just… complicated.”“Complicated? Really, Nathan? What’s so complicated about wanting to be close to your mate? Or is it just me that’s the issue? Do you wish that I wasn’t your mate? All because of a mistake?”“Don’t say that. It’s not you. It’s me.”“Ugh! Don’t give me that cliche line,” I hissed. “You’ve been holding back, treating me like a stranger, Nathan. And I can’t tell

OliviaNathan looked at me as though I had just suggested we move to the moon. The word ‘therapy’ seemed to hang in the air between us, almost tangible, like you could reach out and touch it. I felt a knot form in my stomach, my wolf letting out a low growl of nervousness in the back of my mind.“Couples therapy?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.“Yes,” I said, holding his gaze and hoping he would see the seriousness in my eyes.“But… Why? You’ve never mentioned therapy before.”I sighed. I had expected Nathan to be at least somewhat averse to the idea given his past, but it was still a little frustrating to hear him being so reluctant.“Listen,” I said gently, trying not to press too much. “We’ve been through a lot, Nathan. A tumultuous past, and that’s putting it lightly. If we don’t do something about it, something to deal with it, it’s just going to affect our future.”“But I can handle myself,” Nathan argued, casting me a sideways glance. “Everything that’s happ

OliviaNathan’s face was red, as though being asked about his dreams was something that had never happened before.“Me? Dreams? Nah,” he said, shaking his head and causing a lock of blond hair to fall into his eyes. “Don’t have any.”I narrowed my eyes, not believing him for a moment. “C’mon, Nathan. Don’t lie to me.”Nathan fell silent for a few moments before he finally spoke, his face somehow turning an even deeper shade of red. “I… Well, it’s stupid, really. Not even really a dream—”“Nathan! Spit it out!” I urged as I nudged him with my elbow.He grinned sheepishly. “Alright, alright. When I was younger, I wanted to write books. More specifically, I wanted to write children’s books. And I wanted to… illustrate them, too.”At Nathan’s confession, I felt my eyes widen slightly. “Really?” I blurted out. “Nathan, you’ve never told me this.”He shrugged indifferently and took my hand, guiding me away from the painting we were standing in front of and onto a different one. We passed in

Olivia“So, Miss, you say someone pushed you from behind?” the portly police officer asked me, jotting notes onto a tiny notepad.“Yes,” I replied, my voice more shaky than I would’ve liked. “But I didn’t see his face, only a hood. He was quick, and by the time we had a chance to look, he vanished.”The police took down the rest of our statements, then proceeded to comb the area. Two other officers climbed the monument, their flashlights cutting through the growing darkness. I hoped beyond hope that they would come back down with the hooded man in handcuffs, discovering that it was all a freak incident caused by a crazy person.But it was all for nothing. After an exhaustive search, the police came back to us empty-handed. No signs of the hooded man, and no witnesses to the incident either.“We’ve swept the area,” one officer reported, holstering his flashlight. “There’s no trace of anyone matching the description you’ve given. And sadly, none of the tourists saw anything unusual, eit

OliviaI opened my eyes to the warm morning light streaming through the curtains. I felt the bed beside me—empty.Nathan was already up. A quick glance at the clock told me it was barely past six in the morning. I sighed, still half-embedded in the sweet cocoon of sleep, and sat up. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the room, instantly pulling me toward full wakefulness.I slipped out of bed and followed the aroma, finding Nathan in the other room, a suitcase open on the couch. Already, despite the early hour, he was fully dressed and methodically packing. He looked up and smiled as I walked in, the expression reaching his tired eyes.“Good morning, beautiful.”“Morning,” I replied, padding over to him. “You’re up early. Everything okay?”He nodded, but his eyes told me otherwise. “Yeah, just wanted to get a head start on the day.”I noticed the bottle of wine from last night, still untouched, still sealed. I felt a knot form in my stomach but pushed it aside. “Alright, l