The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 152

Diana’s pov

Almost the instant Nathan’s voice fell, without any hesitation, my hand, which was reaching down, transformed into sharp wolf claws and swiftly attacked Nathan’s neck.

“If you don’t want to die, keep your mouth shut,” I said, gripping his neck.

Yet, Nathan showed no fear of being held hostage.

He smirked lightly and asked, “Are you begging me not to tell William about your plan to blow up the lab?”

“Do you think this is begging?

I narrowed my eyes, my palm tightening, the nails almost piercing Nathan’s vulnerable skin. “Otherwise?” Nathan remained composed. “Do you think ”

Nathan’s voice halted abruptly, his left hand quickly grasping my wrist, forcefully twisting it to break free from my grip.

He pinned my wrist against the wall, towering over me, mocking, “Do you really think you can kill me?” A familiar scent enveloped me, giving me goosebumps almost instantly.

“Let go!” I shook my shoulder fiercely.

But my struggle seemed as insignificant to Nathan as a pebble thrown into the vast ocean, and he smiled, whispering, “Djana, has no one ever told you that begging should come with a proper attitude?”

I snorted. “If you want me to beg, you’d have to kill me first. Let me repeat, let go of me!”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

His expression resembled that of someone watching the struggle of prey before its demise.

Just when I thought he would retaliate against me, maybe even kill me, after a few seconds, he suddenly released my wrist and stepped back.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell William about your plan to blow up the lab. But in exchange, you must agree to something.”

I rubbed my sore wrist. “What is it?”

Nathan remained silent.

I gritted my teeth. “If you want me to get the formula from Healer for you, you might as well kill me.”

I tilted my chin, closing my eyes.

The expected suffocation didn’t come.

1 heard Nathan say, “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have saved you just now.”

I suddenly remembered Nathan’s urgent expression as he rushed towards me in the fire and his. determination when he pushed away the pillar.

Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at his reddened right hand and asked the question that had been puzzling me since earlier but that I had deliberately ignored.

“So why did you save me?”

The surroundings seemed to quiet down in an instant the roar of helicopters, the spraying of water trucks, and the clamor of the crowd downstairs–all disappeared.

I could only hear my heartbeat and Nathan’s breath.

Though I didn’t want to admit it, at this moment, I shamefully found myself expecting something. After about half a minute, Nathan finally spoke.

“Why do you think?” he asked me back. “Because I still have feelings for you, because I still love you?” I froze, my heart pounding violently.

Then, I heard Nathan sneer disdainfully, “Diana, what kind of dream are you having? I saved you because I thought it would be too easy for you to die crushed by a pillar.”

My heartbeat gradually calmed, so much so that I began to doubt if it still resided in my chest.

But perhaps I had grown accustomed to the feeling of disappointment or perhaps my feelings for Nathan had truly diminished with the increasing misunderstandings. After a brief moment of disappointment, I felt nothing in the depths of my heart.

“That’s fine.” I shrugged, saying calmly, “Better off not letting me know you still have feelings for me, sparing me unnecessary disgust.”

I glanced at Nathan, unsure if it was my imagination, but I saw his pupils quiver violently, as if some intense emotion was about to burst forth

Not wanting to delve into it, 1 averted my gaze.

“It’s impossible for me to give you the antidote formula, so tell me about other conditions,” I said.

After a few seconds of silence, Nathan spoke, “You must also keep what I did in the lab today a secret. from William.”

At this, I looked at Nathan again, his expression returning to its initial indifference.

“I don’t understand, aren’t you and William in a cooperative relationship?”

“But it’s merely a cooperation,” Nathan emphasized.

Implying that his relationship with William wasn’t as unbreakable as I had imagined. But that was normal. Nathan was the kind of person who equally doubted anyone who harbored thoughts of getting close to him, except Avia.

“Okay, I agree,” I said.

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lab was burned down, leaving nothing of value behind, not even

The bad news-

found Fisher unconscious in the lab’s restroom.

he suffered extensive burns all over his body and had a leg injury, he miraculously

But…

watched Fisher, covered in bandages and barely breathing. kneeling on the ground. I felt

William’s wrath.

What have you done! Why did the lab explode?” William’s arms braced on

out of the abyss, chilling to the

I really didn’t do anything, L… I don’t know why it

throat had been smoked by thick

course, William wouldn’t believe his

the trigger

let out a

him, my colleagues huddled

one had expected William to suddenly

aimed at your eyes.” The black gun barrel, emitting white smoke, lifted slightly, and Fisher screamed in terror, “Ahhhh! I’ll talk! Please don’t

eyes in another second of hesitation, Fisher, with his ragged voice, hoarsely exclaimed, “It’s the catalyst! I added a catalyst to the existing antidote, and then it

lowered the gun. “What catalyst? Explain.”

dry, cracked lips and trembled as he spoke, “It was Healer who said… she said the catalyst could speed up the development of the antidote, so… so I took the

me, indicating I provide

I did say that the catalyst has a significant effect on the antidote,

I overheard your conversation with Moss!” Fisher exclaimed urgently.

inwardly but kept a serious expression. “I see… But as I also mentioned, no one can add a catalyst without my permission because

puzzled as I looked at Fisher. “Or you heard

was

he glared at me with fury. “I know! It’s you! You

make a mistake and then blame me for it!”

Fisher roared.

was… it was Healer and Moss who pretended to argue, making me think that

Chapter 152

Diana’s pov

instant Nathan’s voice fell, without any hesitation, my hand, which was

don’t want to die, keep your mouth

showed no fear

me not to tell William about your plan to

think this

my palm tightening, the nails

composed. “Do you

hand quickly grasping my wrist, forcefully twisting it to break free from my

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me, mocking,

enveloped me, giving

I shook my

and he smiled, whispering, “Diana, has no one ever told you that begging should

me to beg, you’d have to kill me first. Let me repeat, let go

raised an eyebrow, a hint

that of someone watching the before its

e off

thought he would retaliate against me, maybe even kill me, after a few seconds, he suddenly released my wrist and

to be up the

something.”

rubbed my sore wrist. “What is

Nathan remained silent.

me to get the formula from Healer for you, you might as well

suffocation didn’t

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have saved you just now.”

in the fire and his

I looked at his reddened right hand and asked the question that had been puzzling me since earlier

did you save me?”

quiet down in an instant–the roar of helicopters, the spraying of water trucks, and the clamor of the crowd downstairs–all

could only hear my heartbeat and Nathan’s

to admit it, at this moment, I shamefully found myself expecting something. After about half

asked me back. “Because I still

my heart pounding

sneer disdainfully, “Diana, what kind of dream are you having? I saved you because I thought it would

so that I began to doubt if

I had grown accustomed to the feeling of disappointment or perhaps my feelings for Nathan had truly diminished with the increasing misunderstandings. After a brief moment of disappointment,

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letting me know you still have feelings for me, sparing me unnecessary

it was my imagination, but I saw his pupils quiver violently, as if somet intense emotica was about to burst forth.

delve into it, 1 averted

you the antidote formula, so tell me about other

seconds of silence, Nathan spoke, “You must also keep what I did in the

Nathan again, his expression returning to

and William in a cooperative

it’s merely a cooperation,” Nathan

relationship with William wasn’t as unbreakable as I had imagined. But that was normal. Nathan was the kind of person who equally doubted anyone who harbored thoughts of getting close