Chapter 2

I used to care about Luna. As long as she asked, I'd give her anything, do anything for her.

But now she'd woken me up herself.

Thinking carefully, ever since Adrian returned to the country, everything she'd done was for him.

She'd forgotten that I was the one meant to spend a lifetime with her.

My response angered Luna. "What do you mean by that? You're not willing? You'd better understand—Adrian is my best friend. You'd better make him happy, or I won't marry you!"

With that, she slammed the door and left.

Feeling frustrated, I went downstairs to run in the park.

After just one lap, I got a call from Vivian.

Thinking of Vivian with her perpetually stern face, I hesitated for two seconds before answering.

"Once you're on my ship, you're my man. Try to run and I'll drag you back!"

Vivian's first words were a critical hit.

I stayed silent. She continued:

"Send me your ID first. We're going to the courthouse to register our marriage."

"I'm afraid you'll back out."

Vivian, something's wrong with you.

I'd already imagined ten thousand scenarios of her using marriage as a convenient way to torture me.

In the end, I could only manage: "See you at the wedding, Vivian."

The moment I finished speaking, Luna appeared behind me out of nowhere:

"You're inviting Vivian to our wedding? I won't allow it!"

She stared at me as if facing a great enemy:

"Nolan, didn't I tell you not to associate with Vivian? She has ulterior motives toward you. If you insist on inviting her to our wedding, don't blame me for turning hostile!"

I hadn't said a word, yet she'd already issued her ultimatum.

Luna had never liked Vivian, bearing some inexplicable hostility. When we first got together, we even had fights because Vivian and I constantly bickered on social media. Later, I gradually cut off contact with Vivian.

But she actually said... Vivian had ulterior motives toward me?

I was about to ask more when Adrian suddenly spoke.

"Luna, you're pinching me..."

Only then did I notice their fingers were interlaced as they strolled.

Luna coughed unnaturally twice but made no move to pull her hand back.

Adrian looked at Luna with deep affection, then apologized to me with feigned helplessness:

"Nolan, I'm sorry. Luna and I are rehearsing the wedding ceremony in advance. Please don't mind."

"I won't tell anyone about you hiring people to beat me up or vandalizing my father's grave, but please don't hurt Luna. True feelings can't withstand such tests."

I didn't want to watch his performance. I turned to leave:

"Since you're so eager, I'll hire someone to beat you up tonight and destroy your father's grave!"

Slap!

Luna hit me.

"Nolan, how can you be so vicious?!"

Her brows darkened and her chest heaved.

I'm vicious?

One sentence from someone else and she believed it, but my five years with her couldn't earn me half her trust.

I suddenly felt a surge of anger and wanted to question Luna, but Adrian blocked her:

"Nolan, please, I'm begging you. As soon as the wedding's over, I'll give Luna back to you."

"Please show mercy. Don't hurt the people around me, and don't hurt Luna anymore."

He made as if to kneel before me.

Luna quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, preventing him from kneeling, and glared at me furiously.

"Nolan, stop playing your rich boy bullying games!"

"You know I hate this kind of thing most. If you still want to marry me, stop making trouble!"

With that, she warned me not to appear before them again until after the wedding.

Unexpectedly, Luna contacted me the very next day.

She launched into a tirade: "Nolan, did you really vandalize Mr. Foster's grave?! I never thought you were this kind of person!"

Confused, I called my assistant to investigate, but the investigation uncovered something shocking.

Adrian's father... wasn't dead.