The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 128

Diana’s pov

Gradually regaining consciousness, I felt sore all over.

Struggling to open my eyes, the intense light made it hard to adapt.

The hospital air, a blend of medicinal scent and disinfectant, surrounded me. Turning my head slowly, I saw a familiar figure by the bedside.

It was Moss.

His eyes closed, seemingly in a light slumber.

I attempted to speak, but my throat felt unusually dry.

After clearing my throat, I managed to utter, “Moss?”

Moss abruptly opened his eyes, looking at me in confusion.

After a few seconds of staring, he seemed to comprehend and sighed softly.

“You’re finally awake,” he said, then asked, “How do you feel now?”

I shook my head.

Trying to sit up, the overall body ache forced me to abandon the idea.

“Not great,” I honestly admitted. “I’m in pain all over. What happened? Why am I in the hospital?”

“Don’t you remember?” Moss stood up to pour water.

I furrowed my brows, “My brain is a mess right now. I vaguely recall going to a hotel to sign a contract. After leaving the hotel, I…”

“You were hit by a black car. Concussion, multiple bruises. The driver was drunk and has been taken to the police station.”

Moss spoke while adjusting the angle of the bed and placing the water on the bedside

table.

I recalled the powerful impact and the dizziness. Fear surged within me.

But soon, my thoughts shifted, ignoring the pain. I grabbed Moss’s arm, “My contract… did you see my contract?”

Moss’s gaze lingered on my hand grabbing his for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it now.”

He continued to adjust the bed.

was in a near–upright position, he

some water first,” he said, then walked to another cabinet in the ward, taking out a folder from one of the drawers.

unfolded the folder and placed it on my

relieved.

sip of water, feeling

the contents of this contract? I negotiated a collaboration with Smith, and they

11

“Do you think it’s the time to talk about

didn’t immediately understand Moss’s point.

Moss? With this batch of medical equipment, we can break free from William’s control, establish

died!” Moss

expression of uncontrolled

I was stunned.

“Moss?”

verge of an emotional outburst, Moss covered his

said, sounding weary.

lowered his arm again, his expression had

tell me

excited and shared all the details of my communication with Smith with

Moss’s face

a hundred sets of equipment. Why doesn’t

has promised me

trillion would be invested

my lab?”

feigned forgetfulness. “Oh, I have a headache; I

performance

accidentally moved my arm, causing pain in the wound. Reality took over

the cup

pain subsided, he asked quietly, “Are you done

my head with a bitter expression.

one trillion to me,” Moss said.

I should

by the way.” I suddenly remembered something, instinctively looking towards

have

blocking any incoming light.

“It’s 1:20 in the morning now.

about seven hours.”

patted my chest in relief.

worried about missing the delivery

was surprised. “So

Given the increasing number of

Moss said. “I definitely have to go,” I replied.

location, and I’ll go for