The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 130 Diana's pov After William left, Moss entered.

No familiar frameless glasses, a visible red mark on the nose, and bruises on the mouth.

Although you can tell that the hair and clothes have been re-styled, they still can’t hide the messiness from before.

Clothes wrinkled, hair damp.

| opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound.

After a while, shocked, | asked, “What happened to you?” “Accidentally tripped,” Moss replied casually, then asked about my current condition.

I naturally didn’t answer his question; | couldn't believe his explanation. How could someone be as steady as Moss trip? Moreover, such injuries didn’t match a simple fall.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?” | asked, with a confident tone.

Moss fell silent.

He pocketed his hands, showing signs of unease.

| knew | guessed right.

“Who? Was it one of William's people?” Moss pursed his lips, keeping silent.

The hospital door swung open forcefully from the outside.

If it weren't for the sweaty and anxious April, | might have thought someone cfor revenge.

April, seemingly forgetting she was pregnant, rushed to my bedside.

She tried to speak but choked on a sob.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Diana... you scared me. Why didn’t you tell us about the accident? If | hadn't messaged you and called the hospital, | wouldn't have known...” April sobbed, catching her breath.

Worried about her emotional state affecting the baby, | hurriedly checked Marc, hoping he could calm his pregnant wife.

However, Marc’s mood seemed no better than April's.

His eyes were red, forehead veins bulging, and his face was ominously dark.

| silently swallowed the words on my lips, admitted my mistake, “I’m sorry. | should have told you first. | promise there won't be a next time!” Marc coldly snorted. “Is your promise worth believing? Diana, too many times... too many times. Do you have to mess up your life before you're satisfied?” | pursed my lips, lowered my head, feeling a bit guilty.

Marc raised an eyebrow. “Tellhonestly, what have you been up to lately? Does what | investigated have anything to do with your accident?” Referring to my request to investigate William.

But judging by William's recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related to him.

“The accident was really just an accident. The driver was drunk...” | muttered.

“Your accidents are a bit too many!” Marc said solemnly.

This time, | couldn't find words to say. | could only turn to Moss for help.

Moss sighed silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April, “Diana’s body is still weak now; she needs good rest.” Doctor's words always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical advice.

Marc's attitude softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left the ward.

Before leaving, April held my hand and whispered, “Moss has been really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold on to him. Oh, by the way, | noticed sinjuries on his face. What happened? Remember to care for him...” | sighed, shaking my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and rest for a while?” With April’s words echoing in my mind, Moss's voice madefeel awkward. In that moment, embarrassment colored my face red.

Moss furrowed his brow slightly, approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is your face so red?” Before Moss could finish speaking, | started coughing violently.

| choked on my own saliva in my nervousness.

Moss hurriedly patted my back to ease my discomfort.

After managing to suppress the tickle in my throat, | waved my hand, “I'm fine.” “Maybe we should check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

“No need, no need,” | quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in the room. Just the window for sfresh air.” open Moss looked atskeptically but eventually went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and | couldn't help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But the words were out, and | had to keep up the act.

“Your body is still weak; the window can only stay open for a while,” Moss reminded.

| nodded immediately. Moss settled back into the chair beside my bed.

“So, what did William talk to you about?” Bringing up William made my heart sink bit by bit.

“Moss...” It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and | struggled to say, “Let's release the experimental data... and...” The rest of the words weren't necessary; Moss understood.

Silently, he said, “Okay.” | dialed William's number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but | have three conditions. First, don’t harm the people aroundanymore!” William chuckled, “The word ‘anymore’ implies I've harmed someone around you. When did | do that? Moss-" “Moss's injury has nothing to do with me. As for who's responsible, you can ask Moss,” William's voice carried a hint of mockery.

| glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

“Alright, | agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me. What's the second condition?” William's voice cagain.

Retracting my gaze, | said, “Second, my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the antidote is perfected.” “Understood.” “Third, | need you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.” William pondered for a moment.

“I can agree to the first two conditions. But the third condition...” William smiled, “Diana, you're setting a trap for me. I've told you | have no connection with Gummy Skull.” “William!” “Diana, you should know you originally had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also... prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing. Tis running out for you.” With an air of triumph, William hung up.

| clenched my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

A warm, large hand held mine.

“Compromise is only temporary,” | heard Moss say, “we will find another way.” | looked up at Moss. His calm gaze gradually helpedregain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, | asked, “How did you get those injuries?” Moss showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

“Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with you.” Since Moss put it that way, | didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken any medicine for it?” “Have you “Yeah.” “Well, if you hadn't, | could have let you try my new medicine. It works well.” | said casually.

Moss looked atin surprise for a few seconds. “What did you just say?” “I said | have a newly developed medicine that works well...” his injured nose and mouth, | asked, “How did you get those injuries?” Moss showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

“Don’t worry about it. It has nothing to do with you.” Since Moss put it that way, | didn’t press further, expressing concern, “Have you taken any medicine for it?” “Yeah.” “Well, if you hadn't, | could have let you try my new medicine. It works well.” | said casually.

Moss looked atin surprise for a few seconds. “What did you just say?” “I said | have a newly developed medicine that works well...” | thought Moss would be interested in my new medicine, but he interrupted me.

“Not that sentence, the one before.’ “...Have you taken any medicine?” 11 “No.” Moss shook his head, then asked, “Are you offering to help?” © “I...” | hesitated for a moment, somewhat bewildered, “In my office cabinet, there's a white medicine box. In the left compartment, there's a blue bottle; that’s the new medicine. You can take it and try.” Moss left the ward, and a few minutes later, he returned, handingthe blue bottle.

“I won't use it; otherwise, I'll have to redo the bandages,” | said.

But clearly, | misunderstood Moss's intention.

He frowned at me, a hint of confusion in his eyes, “Aren’t you helpingapply the medicine?” Well, it seemed Moss also misunderstood my intention.

But | didn’t bother explaining; being too clear would make it awkward.

| unscrewed the lid of the blue bottle, applied sointment on a cotton swab, and. motioned to Moss, “Chere, bow your head.” Moss hesitated for a second, then bent down in front of me.

He lowered his eyes, looking at something I couldn't see.

Perhaps because the ointment stung the wound a bit, his ear tips turned red, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead.

So, | lightened my touch.

Suddenly, a noise cfrom the doorway.

Due to Moss's hurried return, the ward's door wasn’t completely shut, leaving a large gap.

| paused my actions, curiously glancing toward the entrance.

The back of a bending nurse entered my sight, and | heard her nervously say, “I'm sorry, Alpha Nathan! | didn’t see you there. | didn’t mean to bump into you...”