Chapter 3

No wonder Adrian could act this way, using his own father's grave to frame me.

Turns out the death was a hoax.

I sent Luna a text: "Adrian's father isn't dead. The truth is in the email I sent you."

Whether she looked at it or not was no longer my concern.

The plane ticket was booked for three days later. Vivian booked it herself.

When Luna came back, she saw me packing.

Half my clothes were being thrown out, a small portion shipped to South City.

"Why are you packing already?" Luna's expression was puzzled.

I gave her a perfunctory answer: "Moving."

She was silent for a moment, not catching anything wrong, and said to herself:

"The headquarters is in South City. We'll have to settle there after the wedding. Makes sense to pack early."

Then she fixed me with a stern look.

"Apologize to Adrian about his father as soon as possible. Don't make things difficult for me. Do it on the wedding day. What do you think?"

After saying this, she tossed her phone aside and went to find her documents. Today was the day she and Adrian were registering their marriage.

She didn't come back until evening. I opened my phone to find a message from Adrian.

The photo showed Luna and him wearing matching outfits, sleeping in the same bed.

I closed my eyes, my heart unable to help but ache.

I suppressed that emotion and turned off my phone.

Late at night, my phone vibrated every hour. Each vibration was Adrian sending me videos of him and Luna, taunting me.

Until the next morning, when Vivian sent me a message.

"Nolan, the flowers bloomed. Come back."

The photo showed two marriage certificates.

And a brilliant red peony in full bloom.

I never expected she'd still be caring for the flower I'd casually given her years ago.

Inexplicably, a strange emotion rose in my heart.

I replied with one word: "Okay."

I put down my phone to pack my work files and laptop. I didn't know when Luna had returned.

She was packing her daily necessities. "I'm moving in with Adrian for a few days. He's too busy preparing for the wedding alone. Remember to show up on time the day after tomorrow. Don't be late."

After that, she explained at length, basically saying she was just helping normally and telling me not to cause trouble again.

"Mm, I won't go." I said with downcast eyes.

After last night, the last bit of affection I had for her had completely dissipated.

Luna looked at my calm demeanor, and a nameless panic swept through her. She suddenly felt hesitant.

But thinking of Adrian, her grip on her phone loosened.

Nolan loved her so much—what could possibly change?

With that thought, she breathed a sigh of relief, stopped pestering me, and disappeared from my view.

I watched her departing figure and made a phone call.

That evening, a helicopter landed in the plaza.

A man approached. "Mr. Nolan, the helicopter you ordered has arrived. It will safely deliver you to South City in half an hour."

I nodded, then handed him a document envelope.

"Deliver this envelope to the wedding venue tomorrow. It's my wedding gift to the bride and groom."