Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 195 Justin... I’m sorry Part1

The journey ahead was entirely orchestrated by Luna, and I found myself merely a puppet trailing beside her.

Throughout the trip, she visited numerous places, seemingly tireless, shedding her usual icy demeanor for the playful exuberance of a young girl.

She hopped from one attraction to another, and I captured countless photos of her, though we never shared a frame together.

She had asked for a joint photo, but I declined, fearing any evidence might later surface to betray us to Betty.

A flicker of sadness crossed her eyes when I refused, but she quickly masked it with a bright smile, as if brushing off any hint of displeasure.

On the plane, I confessed to Luna about lying to Betty.

She understood and promised to keep it between us, which eased my mind considerably.

Regret gnawed at me aboard that flight; I couldn’t fathom why I had lied to Betty in the first place.

It would have been simpler to be honest from the start.

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If Betty ever discovered the truth, I’d be at a loss for words, so I resolved to come clean once we returned.

Curiously, Luna led us to places I had visited before, spots she had secretly photographed from my past.

Once, atop a mountain, her gaze carried a blend of melancholy and solitude.

Seeing her like that tugged at my heartstrings.

I knew she harbored feelings for me, but my heart belonged to Betty.

Grateful for her kindness, I silently vowed to make it up to her in another life, for in this one, we were not meant to be.

Luna had initially planned a twenty-day trip with me, and I counted each day, cautious not to slip up.

Before leaving, I told Betty that my business trip was complex and that I had to turn off my phone, which meant no contact with her.

Perhaps it was fear of hearing Betty’s voice that lessened my guilt.

On the nineteenth day, Luna suddenly decided to return home, catching me off guard.

It was only on the plane that I learned she wanted to spend her last day at her villa.

"What a pity this trip is..." Luna sighed as we sat in her luxurious private jet.

"Why do you say that? Haven’t you enjoyed yourself?" I asked, puzzled by her sigh.

"How can I enjoy myself when someone else isn’t happy?" Luna playfully winked at me.

"I’ve actually had a good time, too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this relaxed..." I stretched lazily, my words a mix of truth and pretense.

Disconnecting from everything had indeed been a rare peace.

At work, it was Luna who had arranged my leave.

With her influence, she could have easily secured me a year off.

When my boss granted the leave, his look was peculiar, a mix of apprehension and deference, likely due to Luna’s clout.

I never flaunted my connection with Luna, preferring not to leverage her influence unduly.

"You must be thinking about home..." Luna said with a smile, though a trace of bitterness tinged her expression.

"Yes..." I couldn’t deny it.

Concern for the only two people back home was natural.

Having been bitten once, I was twice shy.

Being with Luna meant I hadn’t checked the home surveillance, carrying the laptop was perhaps a subconscious nod to my worries.

"Just one more day with me, and you’re free..." Luna’s voice carried a hint of sourness as she spoke.

I didn’t respond but closed my eyes to rest on the plane, eager for the journey to end.

Throughout the trip, I maintained a distance from Luna.

We stayed in separate rooms, and I never even held her hand, let alone took a photo with her.

Finally, the plane began its descent, and I glimpsed the city I hadn’t seen in ages.

I checked the time; it was 6:12 PM, and the sky was dimming.

My stomach growled a bit; though there were meals on the plane, Luna hadn’t arranged for any.

Perhaps she planned to eat with me after we landed.

During this trip, Luna always made sure we ate together.

"Let’s eat here tonight..." Luna said, leading me into her villa and straight to her bedroom after we disembarked.

"Why here?" I felt a bit odd about it.

Why eat in the bedroom when there’s a dining room?

Wouldn’t the smell of food linger in the bedroom?

"Oh, nothing. I just like the unconventional feel of it..." Luna chuckled and then lifted her wine glass.

I didn’t say much, just clinked glasses with her and took a small sip of the red wine.

Honestly, I’m not a fan of red wine; I’d rather have a beer or some spirits.

For the next while, I focused solely on the food—I was really hungry.

Luna kept offering me bites of food from her plate.

I only raised my glass when she did, to keep up appearances.

Soon, my glass was empty, and I was full.

"Are you full?" Luna asked, reaching over with a napkin to wipe my mouth.

"I’ve got it..." I dodged quickly, taking the napkin from her hand and wiping my mouth myself.

"Ah... remember this bed behind you?" Luna’s eyes dimmed a bit when I pulled away, then she gestured towards the large bed behind me.

"Yeah, what about it?" I glanced at the bed, memories flashing in my mind, but I kept my face neutral.

"You’ve slept in this bed for several days, and also..." Luna’s voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with a hint of shyness.

"It’s been 32 minutes... about time..." I didn’t pick up where Luna left off, unsure of what to say about those sensitive topics.

But then Luna glanced at her watch and mentioned a time that baffled me.

"What..." I was more confused now.

Ever since Luna asked me to accompany her, my confusion had only grown.

But just as I began to question her, a wave of dizziness hit me, and my body felt weak, as if I were drunk.

Could it be the aftereffects of the wine?

No, that couldn’t be right.

I’d only had a small glass, and that amount of alcohol was nothing to me.

"You..." Even a fool would realize by now—someone had drugged me.

And in Luna’s villa, the only person who could have done it was Luna herself.

I tried to confront her, raising my hand, but it fell limp before I could complete the gesture.

I slumped over the table, conscious and able to see everything, but utterly powerless.

"Justin... I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me..." I heard footsteps as Luna approached, her hand caressing my cheek as she murmured.

My cheek rested on the table, my eyes only catching sight of Luna’s slender waist, unable to see her face.

But I felt cold droplets fall on my cheek.

I had experienced something like this before, but last time it was an electric shock, this time it was drugs.

Was this another scheme by Luna and Betty, or was it just Luna?

What exactly was Luna planning?

I remembered the bed behind me, where once a bright red blossom had unfolded, a symbol of Luna’s lost innocence...