Semua Bab The Perfect Luna : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Russell's POV About an hour later, I pressed down on the door handle, and the door slowly opened. I wheeled myself back into the bedroom and closed the door. A bedside lamp was left on, casting a soft glow. I approached the bed and looked at the slight bulge under the blanket. Zoey's long, black hair was spread out like a waterfall over the white pillow, her small, delicate face with features as fine as a painting. Her long eyelashes, like crow feathers, cast a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, and her lips were slightly pouted from the pressure, looking peaceful and adorable. My gaze slid down, noticing Zoey in a pearl white strapless nightgown, with large areas of her snowy skin exposed, her delicate collarbones and the faint cleavage visible, causing my Adam's apple to move involuntarily. I quickly turned my head, feeling a wave of heat. I took a deep breath, thinking to myself that having her stay over was pure torture. Zoey groggily opened her eyes, noticed me sitting by th

Zoey's POV The store manager looked shocked, "What? But..." "No buts! Wrap it up for Ms. Harmon right away!" The manager's face turned pale, realizing I must have some significant background. She quickly ordered the clerk to wrap the dress for me. As the bag containing the dress was handed to me, Moriah's eyes were filled with resentment. She approached me, "You're just relying on your fiancé, aren't you? You seem quite intimidating and bold! But is your fiancé any good in bed?" As soon as she finished speaking, I slapped her across the face. Moriah looked at me in disbelief, her perfect makeup ruined, "How dare you hit me?" I raised my chin, "I think I just heard a splash." Moriah frowned, "What?" "Your brain seems to be waterlogged, otherwise how could you say something so foolish," I said. "You little tramp!" Moriah angrily swung at me. I tightly grabbed her wrist and returned another resounding slap, "I was wrong. It's not that your brain is waterlogged. It's that you

Zoey's POV After returning to Serene Manor, I spent the entire afternoon cooped up in my bedroom drawing. Once I finished, I carefully checked the sketches, making sure there were no mistakes, before sending them to Leanna's email. I stretched out luxuriously and glanced at my phone, which showed it was already five in the afternoon. Suddenly, several news alerts popped up on my screen. "Born Beauty Entertainment's actress Moriah interferes in someone else's marriage!" "Born Beauty Entertainment's actress Moriah gets brutally beaten by the legitimate wife for being a homewrecker!" I looked at Moriah's miserable appearance in the news, her face swollen and bruised, and couldn't help but click my tongue, "That nose was a waste of plastic surgery. With such a beating, even her mother probably wouldn't recognize her." At that moment, a message popped up. "Do you like the gift I sent you?" I immediately replied, "I love it. When are you coming back?" "I'm having a gathering wit

Zoey's POV In my sleep, I seemed to catch a whiff of Russell's cool, pleasant woody scent, mixed with a hint of blood. Ever since I found my wolf, my sense of smell had become acute. I jolted awake, and the first thing I saw was Russell's attractive hand, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. I propped myself up on the sofa and slowly sat up, asking, "When did you get back?" Russell gave a faint smile and replied, "Just got here a little while ago." "Why didn't you wake me up?" "You looked so sound asleep." Although Russell wasn't damp from the rain, he carried a heavy dampness, indicating he had been out for a long time. Moreover, there was a bright red dot next to the fifth button of his shirt. I noticed these details and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?" Russell paused, following my gaze to the bloodstain. He said, "It might be a nosebleed that dripped accidentally." I nodded and asked again, "Are you hungry?" "I'm not," he replied. But as soon as he finished

Zoey's POV I had only been at Born Beauty for a month, holding the position of a C-level designer. Initially, everyone thought I got into Born Beauty because of Ariana, considering I graduated from Corbourne Harrington University with a degree in Mechanical Manufacturing Technology, which has nothing to do with fashion design. Ariana looked at me with a hint of regret, "Zoey, are you really leaving Born Beauty?" I raised my eyebrow, "If I don't leave, am I supposed to keep providing my designs for others to take credit for?" Ariana pursed her lips. She understood what I meant. I had no intention of creating designs for her anymore. Everyone couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. Design Director Jayleen Neal sneered, "Ms. Harmon has only been at Born Beauty for a month and hasn't even produced a decent design yet, right? What you just said sounds rather arrogant." I looked at Ariana, "Ariana, tell everyone, am I arrogant?" Ariana's nail dug into her palm. There was no wa