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.

my upper body was in a near–upright position, he handed

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

He unfolded the folder and placed

it, relieved. “Yes, that’s

took a sip of water, feeling my dry throat

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

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brow, interrupting me. “Do you think it’s

immediately understand Moss’s

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

died!” Moss

expression of uncontrolled emotion that I had never seen.

I was stunned.

“Moss?”

Moss covered his eyes with his hand before I could fully

said, sounding weary.

again, his expression had returned to normal.

to tell me about the

and shared all the details of

listening, Moss’s

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

me the one trillion is already in. When the time comes,

you say that one trillion

my lab?”

Feeling embarrassed, I feigned forgetfulness. “Oh,

watched my performance without

the wound. Reality took over the act, and I grimaced in pain.

took the cup

asked

head with a

that one trillion to me,”

maybe I should continue the act.

I suddenly remembered something,

“How long have I been

blocking

in the morning now. You’ve

about seven hours.”

my chest in relief.

fortunately. I was worried about

was surprised.

increasing number of infections, we

yourself tomorrow,” Moss said. “I

me the location, and