Luna bit her lip so tightly, forcing herself not to make a sound.
An hour later, Morgan finally pushed Violet out of the room. “Don’t show up in front of Luna again.”
She only shrugged and pinched his waist playfully. “Morgan, let’s play a little game, hmm? I put some pollen in your wife’s tea. If you make her drink it, I’ll give you a big surprise tonight.”
Luna’s heart nearly stopped upon hearing that. She was severely allergic to pollen. Even a small amount could close her throat and stop her breathing. And Morgan knew this all too well.
He frowned, about to say something, but Violet had already walked away, swaying her hips as she left.
When she was finally gone, Morgan turned back to the room, only to see Luna struggling to sit up.
He rushed to her side. “Luna, you’re still sick. Don’t get up. Tell me what you need, I’ll take care of it.”
Luna said nothing, quietly leaning back against the headboard.
Feeling uneasy, Morgan rubbed his nose. “Did the noise just now wake you up?”
She smiled faintly. “No, I just feel a little thirsty.”
Relieved, he picked up the teacup from the table and brought it to her. He noticed a faint dusting of powder floating inside and his hand trembled slightly.
Luna lowered her eyes and said gently, “The tea’s a bit cold. Could you get me a new one?”
Morgan hesitated for a moment, then smiled as he replied, “It’s still warm. It’s fine to drink now.”
With that, he lifted the cup to her lips.
At that moment, a sharp pain struck her chest. Morgan… after I drink this tea, everything between us will end.
She looked at him deeply, then slowly took a sip.
Morgan sighed in relief and patted her back gently. “Don’t go back to sleep yet. I’ll get your medicine. The doctor said you should take it right after waking up.”
She watched as he mixed her allergy medicine with other pills before handing them to her.
Morgan thought it was just ordinary pollen, but he didn’t know Violet had lied. She had also added rosemary extract, something even more dangerous for Luna. Together, those were more than enough to kill her.
Moments later, her face twisted in pain. She couldn’t even speak and struggled to breathe, her hands grabbing Morgan’s shirt with all her strength.
He looked at her red face, confused. “What’s wrong, Luna? Are you okay?”
She nodded desperately, forcing out a hoarse whisper. “Doc… tor…”