Chapter 96: Chapter 96

I'm not sure how we got back home. I have no idea what is going on; my brain is still functioning, and I can't be bothered to look for answers for fear that he may do something else. What if he comes back tomorrow and steals Athen from my hands? He didn't say anything about knowing my daughter was his daughter, but the worry that had built up in me was something I couldn't shake. What if he had a genuine desire to make my life miserable as a result of what I had done to him? Because my foot had given out, I just sat on the floor and waited. We didn't have the essentials at home, but we were able to go out and get them and I had no other choice but to stay in the place where he was and we are stuck at those moments.

By this time, Athen was fast asleep, and she was no longer aware of the terror on my face. I can't conceive that the sweet Adonis, who lavishes me with so much love and attention, would wish for me to be in pain. Is his life so wretched that he takes pleasure in other people's misfortune?

I was going to focus on fixing up the house rather than dwelling on what he had done because I was confident we wouldn't cross paths again. However, the ringing of my phone could be heard in the room as I rose up. Fearing that Athen would awaken, I dashed to the phone and noticed the unknown number.

"Miss Luna, this is the photographer you met the day before yesterday," the photographer says. "There has been a change in our timetable, and it is possible that we will begin next week; is Miss Athen available?"

I didn't even bother to think about who was calling and just answered right away. I didn't say anything to try to figure out who was calling, and because there was a lot of noise in the background, I realized right away that it wasn't Adonis who was calling. Because we met  at the mall today, and I'm terrified that because he saw us, he'll just come back and force me to face my guilt all over again. What to say to the man who spoke was a riddle to me because I didn't really agree with the conversation between Athen and him, and I only consented because I could see that my daughter would have more fun if I agree. For a few minutes, I didn't say anything.

"Where has Miss Luna gone?"

He reasoned that perhaps the line had come to an end. I just stood there staring at Athen, who was peacefully asleep.  Due to my selfishness, she had been with her father earlier, and none of them knew that they were standing in the same direction as each other. Despite the fact that it should have been their turn, I placed my sentiments first. I didn't give them a chance because I was convinced that I would be miserable once more, regardless that I had done nothing but think about myself for the previous few years. The past few years have seen me do nothing except deny what Athens should have had in the first place.

"Are you sure you're going to shoot in Zhejiang?" I asked.  Given the fact that I was aware that the other individuals there had forgotten about me, I understood that I was still not ready to return to the time when we were still in a great relationship. There is no way that I can get rid of the memory that Adonis gave me, no matter how many times I format them. They act like they are a memory card that is being restored. I'm concerned that the ache will return when I return to that province. The love that Adonis marked me with will not leave me alone, and no matter how many times I force myself to put everything behind me in eternal darkness, it will always emerge.

"Yes, ma'am, for the reason that—"

"I'll give it some thought."

I didn't hear what he was about to say and ended the phone conversation before he could finish it. I'm blank about what to do next . In order to make any more decisions, my intellect was no longer in the proper state of mind. The phone rang again as I scratched the side of my head, which was hurting from the amount of thinking I was doing. When he called, I was out of breath after telling him I would think about it more. Why was he calling again? I put my phone to my ear and didn't peek at it at all during the conversation.

"Didn't I tell you—"

"So this is the number you've been given."

Because of the voice I heard on the other end of the line, I instantly disconnected the connection. After all, with the amount of connections he has, I'm sure it's simple for him to get the contact information of someone like me who doesn't even have money. What is it that he will be looking for next? Something happening in my life?

I got in touch with the photographer once again. If my recollection serves me correctly, his name is Luke Yuno. He picked up the phone without hesitation when I called. Because my heart is beating so quickly, I have to take a deep breath when I speak to him. Because of what Adonis did, my heart is enraged; perhaps he really intends to punish me, and I realize immediately that I have no choice but to simply accept everything he does. I'll just assume he's within his rights.

"Isn't the shoot scheduled for next week? I'm taking Athens and I'm going."

"Really?" I could hear his voice trembling with excitement. I didn't say anything else while he outlined all that needed to be done and what needed to be brought. We also talked for almost an hour since I discovered that they are not owned by a little firm, and I'm confident that Athen will receive a substantial sum of money. I'll put that money into her savings account so that I know she'll have something to fall back on in the event of my death or disappearance. I assumed I'd be able to relax after the phone call because we were going to be busy that day.

There was a knock on the door several times as I peered at it.