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,

in the ward, taking out a folder from one of the drawers.

the folder

at it, relieved. “Yes,

took a sip of water, feeling my dry

read the contents of this contract? I negotiated a collaboration

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

understand Moss’s point.

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

died!” Moss

abnormal shade of red, an expression of uncontrolled emotion that I had never

I was stunned.

“Moss?”

of an emotional outburst, Moss covered his eyes with his hand before

he said, sounding weary.

lowered his arm again, his

sat back down. “Weren’t you going to tell

all the details of my communication with

Moss’s face darkened.

a hundred sets of equipment. Why doesn’t this Smith just go

high price is justified. Anyway, Nathan has promised me the one trillion is already in. When the time comes,

that one trillion

my lab?”

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

performance

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

the cup from my hand.

the pain subsided, he asked quietly, “Are you done pretending?”

a bitter expression. “No more pretending.”

transfer that one trillion

hesitated. Well, maybe I should continue

suddenly remembered

long have I been

drawn, blocking

the morning now. You’ve

about seven hours.”

patted my chest in

fortunately. I was worried about missing the

Moss was surprised.

number of infections, we can’t afford

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

and I’ll go