Chapter 169 Can you try to forgive her just this once? Part 1
Chapter 169 Can you try to forgive her just this once? Part 1
"Can you try to forgive her just this once?" Luna's voice echoed through the room, halting my temple-rubbing in mid-motion.
I looked up, my face a mix of confusion and surprise.
Luna was pleading for Betty?
This was utterly unexpected, not the normal reaction at all.
She should be happy at this moment, free from Betty's constraints, able to chase what she wanted.
But why would she say this?
Had Betty brainwashed her last night?
"Last night, Betty and I talked a lot.
I've always focused on you, completely ignoring your wife.
But after talking all night... I learned a lot, even things I shouldn't know.
I won't say more than necessary, but as a woman, I can empathize with part of her feelings.
She truly loves you, and it makes me feel inadequate.
Though I love you too, I don't want to break you two apart right now.
Instead, I hope you can reconcile?" Luna said, her voice tinged with ambiguity as she observed my stunned expression.
"Aren't you usually uncompromising in your hatred?
So, I should just swallow my pride because my own wife cheated on me?
Am I still a man?
You're seeing it from her side, but have you ever considered mine?"
The thought of Luna siding with Betty after just one night made me feel like I had lost the last person who understood me, deepening the sorrow in my heart.
The world seemed colorless, everything absurdly laughable.
"Justin, don't get worked up, just hear me out.
Your wife told me everything last night, about your marriage, and about the issues with your adopted son.
I despise her actions, but hearing about your relationship and her attitude towards me... she showed no hostility, only gratitude for my help in saving you.
If I were in her shoes, I wouldn't ask for your forgiveness; I'd question your relationship with this woman.
It's okay for officials to start fires but not for the common folk to light lamps?
But your wife didn't start with that assumption.
She thought you were cheating too.
She believed you had a mistress like me, but her eyes told me she'd do anything for your happiness.
If she can bear this guilt for you, why can't you?
Maybe you could try?" Luna spoke, her eyes still showing a hint of reluctance, her advice not entirely heartfelt.
Betty remained silent, and I vented my anger sarcastically.
"You two are cut from the same cloth..."
Betty's words and my recent turmoil exhausted my patience.
I was also disappointed in Luna.
Perhaps I was too agitated now; maybe if I calmed down, I could see things differently...
I shook off Betty's hands and freed myself from her hold, walking out the door to leave this city forever.
But just as I took a step, a sharp zap sounded by my ear, and my body went numb.
I collapsed to the floor, paralyzed yet fully conscious, my eyes wide open, taking in everything around me.
"Ah... what are you doing?
Why are you hurting him?"
Betty's scream pierced the air as she rushed to my side and cradled me in her arms.
My head was spinning, my body paralyzed, unable to even twitch a finger.
I realized I had been tased.
Lying powerless in Betty's arms, my neck rested against her soft, familiar breasts.
Her body's scent was unchanged, and oddly, feeling her close and inhaling her familiar fragrance, I felt an unexpected peace and comfort.
Slowly, I closed my eyes, not from a desire to faint, but from sheer exhaustion.
I didn't know how long I slept, but I awoke groggily to find myself in a large bed with a voluptuous body beside me.
This body was radiating heat, and though I couldn't see her with my eyes closed, something felt unfamiliar about it.
Soon, I felt a warm sensation enveloping my lower body, waves of pleasure washing over me.
I realized I could move again and instinctively shifted from passive to active...
After some time, I finally opened my eyes to find myself in Luna's bed, wearing only my underwear, with Luna beside me in a nightgown, the bed a mess and the room filled with a musky male scent.
What had happened?
Luna's nightgown, revealing her arms marked with faint kiss traces, suggested more hidden beneath.
Recalling the dream-like events, I wondered if it was all a dream or reality.
I got up and looked back at the bed.
There, amidst the tangled sheets, were clear traces of dried fluids, with a stark red mark standing out vividly.
Feeling an unusual sensation in my groin, I knew without a doubt what had occurred.
I had unwittingly slept with Luna.
What was done was done and couldn't be changed.
At that moment, Luna stirred awake, her eyes opening to find me standing there.
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