I Am His Luna by Fanny Brook Chapter 20

My body was warm, like the sun was embracing me. Even the pain in my back was no longer
so prominent.

I opened my eyes to see that the sky had already turned dark.

I tried to sit up, but an arm around my waist prevented me from doing so.

I was stunned before I figured out what was going on. A man was holding me in his arms, my back
pressed against his chest. The warmth of his body wrapped me around like I was in a hot spring

The familiar scent of wine surrounded me, so I knew instantly that the man behind me was Enzo.

Once again, he saved me. Right on the verge of my death, he reached out his hand and pulled me back
to life from hell

I tried to turn around, but the man woke up instantly from my slight movements. “Don’t move. You’re still
injured,” Enzo whispered from behind me.

Actually, Andy had already healed most of my wounds, so turning around wasn’t difficult.

“I’m. F-fine…” I told Enzo.

“Yeah. You’re the best.” Enzo leaned in closer to my neck, his hot breath caressing my shoulder and
neck

My heart was beating wildly, as I wished so badly that he could kiss my neck. “Can you tell me how you
got hurt?” Enzo’s voice was hoarser now, the arm around my waist tightened as he spoke. I stayed silent.
I didn’t know how to go about telling Enzo what led up to this because I didn’t want his pity. “Why won’t
you say anything?” Enzo said as he lifted his head slightly to look at the side of my face.

I gripped the corner of the blanket and bit my lip,



He sighed softly, then lay back down on the pillows. “Actually, I can guess without you saying anything. It
was Melissa, wasn’t it?”

I stiffened. I didn’t think it’s that obvious to him,

“It’s not that hard, isn’t it?” Enzo said as he rubbed my stomach as though trying to soothe my tension.

“You’re too kind to have any enemies. Plus, you’re my marriage partner. Who would dare hurt you? I
can’t think of anyone else, who wants to destroy this marriage and would benefit from it, apart from her. I
just didn’t think she would kill you, since…”

Enzo paused for a moment before continuing, “She’s your cousin, after all.”

I clenched my teeth and felt my eyes turning sour.

Melissa’s words still rang in my ears, and I couldn’t put that behind me.

Her so-called sisterly love was just her obsession with raising a doll. Once the doll refused to obey, she
would destroy it.

And I was that doll to be destroyed because I tried to steal her precious things.

I blamed the man behind me when I thought about it.

His presence was the trigger of this shattered illusion, after all.

I knew I was being irrational, but I couldn’t help it.

I could never control myself when I was in front of Enzo.





I was a little angry, so I pushed away the hand on my stomach. “What’s wrong?” Enzo asked with great
care.

“Nothing,” I replied in a sullen tone.

*?”I see.”

Then, he placed his hand back on my stomach. I turned and glared at him, but he simply gave me an
innocent look and even purposely squeezed my stomach. I moved forward and tried to distance
ourselves, but he easily pulled me back into his arms. “Where are you going? Why do you always like to
run away? I’ll tie you up if that happens

again.”

I didn’t dare to move at his words.

Half a minute later, a low chuckle came from behind me, and I finally realized that he was teasing me.

I tried to struggle out of his arms once more. “Okay, stop moving. Don’t test my patience. You’ll make me
suffer more by moving around like that.” “Then, you… Stop h-holding me.” I protested. “I can’t do that.
What if you don’t take responsibility and run away again?” “I won’t.”

I was still injured, and I couldn’t return to my so-called “home.” There was nowhere I could go except for
Enzo’s side.

Naturally, Enzo knew that, and he was doing this on purpose. “I still don’t want to let you go.” Enzo was
simply being a rascal now. “You’re already in my bed. If I let you go now, doesn’t that mean I’m not good
enough in bed?” I frowned and let out an exasperated huff. I didn’t want to hear his dirty talk anymore.

But Enzo kept rubbing my stomach like some kind of addiction. As he did that, his hand



started to wander upwards.

I pressed his hand down and gave him a warning glare. “Do you blame me?” Enzo suddenly asked.

“What?”

“Do you blame me for being the cause of everything between you and Melissa? Do you blame me for not
protecting you in the time you were hurt? Do you blame me for almost letting my guards kill you?”

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became. He pressed his forehead against the back of my
head like a big, clingy lap dog.

To be honest, before he said all those things, I did indeed blame him for those things. Especially the fact
that I had almost died because of him.

But when he leaned over and whispered all of that, the anger in me suddenly vanished.

He had saved me and taken care of me several times. I should appreciate his efforts instead.

If it wasn’t for him, perhaps I would still live in Melissa’s deception as her doll. Thanks to Enzo, I finally
unveiled that woman’s wicked mask. I should never have directed my hatred and complaints at Enzo, but
at Melissa and her crazy mother.

“I’m sorry… Sorry that you went through all of this because of me,” Enzo apologized softly. “Can you
forgive me?” he asked.


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