All Chapters of The Perfect Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Russell's POV As noon approached, I finished my meeting and returned to the office. Upon entering, I saw Zoey fast asleep on the sofa, with a trace of cream lingering on the corner of her lips, looking adorable. I couldn't help but smile, extending my long fingers to wipe away the cream. My movements were soft and delicate as if I were caressing a rare treasure. Suddenly, the girl's tongue flicked out and curled around, the moist sensation catching me off guard. I stood there, a little at a loss, and asked, "Zoey, do you know what you're doing?" While caressing the corner of her mouth, I was pondering what had come over her. Then, unexpectedly, her tongue flicked out again and curled around, and I watched as the cream on my finger was licked away by her. It dawned on me that she must have wanted to eat the cake in her sleep. I looked at her affectionately and smiled. Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, the next second, Zoey suddenly grabbed my hand tightly and called ou

Russell's POV Zoey replied with a smile, "Sure." I noticed Zoey's attention being drawn away by Abigail again, and a wave of impatience flashed through me, my brows furrowing. Zoey sensed my mood shift and soothingly held my hand, half-jokingly saying, "Knowing you also need styling, we could have just called the stylist to Serene Manor. Caroline is there too. If she were awake, she'd surely want to look beautiful for the birthday banquet." "Caroline?" Abigail started, surprised, "You mean?" I lifted my eyelids and said to her, "Caroline is currently residing at Serene Manor." "What?" Abigail was shocked. In the spacious restaurant, Abigail's astonished voice immediately drew attention. Many eyes turned to her at once, as she was a public figure. She realized this and quickly raised her hand to shield her face, trying to block the curious glances. I looked at her meaningfully and asked, "Why are you so nervous?" Abigail quickly composed herself, forcing a smile and explain

Russell's POV My car slowly pulled up to the entrance. Abigail, seated in the passenger seat, was the first to get out. She had always been accustomed to making appearances in public and truly enjoyed the feeling of walking the red carpet. As soon as she got out, she greeted the media and reporters, her behavior instantly drawing everyone's attention. At the same time, Troy got out of the car, prepared the wheelchair, and then opened the door, carefully helping me onto the wheelchair. Next, Zoey also got out of the car. She stood behind me, holding the handles of the wheelchair, and pushed me towards the entrance of the banquet. As soon as we appeared, there were bursts of praise around us. "Wow, so beautiful!" "Yeah, and such a great figure. My goodness, look at that flowing hair." Abigail, hearing the voices, instinctively raised her neck, a standard smile on her face, and said to the crowd, "Thank you, thank you all." But in a short while, she realized something was amis

Russell's POV I could no longer suppress the rage within me. The lupine nature inside me erupted completely, radiating an intense aura that made the wheelchair tremble under the powerful force. I spoke, my voice deep and filled with a commanding presence, carrying the dignity of a wolf, "Daria, to speak so harshly to your daughter. If it weren't for the family celebration today, such an offense would be met with severe punishment." With that, I released a bit more of my lupine energy, filling the air with a sense of oppression. Everyone around instinctively took a few steps back, and Daria's face turned pale instantly. Zoey sensed the powerful aura emanating from me and knew I had been thoroughly enraged. She quickly moved to my side, holding my hand, and in a voice only the two of us could hear, she said, "Don't be angry. I'm fine. Don't let her spoil your good mood tonight." Her eyes were filled with tenderness and comfort, like a clear spring that slowly extinguished the ra

Zoey's POV Daria's shrill and high-pitched voice instantly drew everyone's attention, with gazes focusing on me like spotlights. I looked at Madam Madox, my expression earnest as I said, "I did not plagiarize. This is my design." Daria let out a sneer, her tone filled with disdain and contempt, saying, "The design is exactly the same. Who would believe you didn't plagiarize? Ariana is a senior designer at Born Beauty! You've only been at Born Beauty for a month. What kind of decent work could you have designed? Zoey, apologize to Madam Madox right away. Madam Madox is always magnanimous and will surely forgive you." I replied, "You never trusted me in the past, and you still don't now. I did not plagiarize. This is my independent creation." Daria's eyes widened as she glared at me viciously, raising her voice to question, "If you didn't plagiarize, then did Ariana plagiarize you?" "You seem quite discerning." I said, while shifting my gaze towards Ariana. I looked her straight