Today was my birthday, but all the guests were Luna's close friends, which I had tacitly agreed to. Just like in previous years, I had no objections. But honestly, I had no topics to talk about with them, so I preferred to handle work.
I stood at the door of the study, feeling very calm. Considering what she knew about me, she should be able to tell that I was genuinely not upset or dissatisfied.
Perhaps I was mistaken, but I suddenly saw a flash of panic in Luna's eyes, though it was fleeting, and I couldn't quite grasp it.
"Then I'm making you stay and join us now!"
Luna pointed to an empty seat next to her.
I sat down, flanking Luna with Fraser on either side.
Her friend Polly came out of the bathroom and looked at me with hesitation. "That's my seat."
I quickly stood up, but Luna grabbed my wrist.
Usually, Fraser and Polly would always occupy her side, and someone would always separate me.
But now she was holding my wrist and not letting me leave, which was unprecedented.
Realizing something, Luna quickly released my hand and said, "You and Polly switch places."
I said nothing and sat between Polly and her.
We then began drinking and playing games. Fraser deliberately lost the game and chose a dare, which had everyone go along with it, making Fraser and Luna stay close for thirty seconds.
Their chests were almost touching, their noses almost meeting, nearly merging into one.
Fraser shot me a smug glance, and Luna only lasted ten seconds before drinking as punishment.
This was like being publicly cuckolded!
Any other man would have thrown a punch at Fraser by now.
But I didn't make any move and even kept my expression perfectly composed.
Am I not a man?
Of course I am.
I just don't love Luna anymore.
But I couldn't show any anger, nor should Luna's circle of friends be attacking me.
Especially Polly Ellis, who was the most typical and the loudest.
"Levi, I've told you so many times that Luna and Fraser are just good friends. It's perfectly normal for friends to hug and kiss. I don't know why you're so jealous.
"We really feel sorry for Luna, who has such a strong need for control and no personal freedom.
"If it were me, I would have broken up with you a long time ago."
Polly started to brainwash me.
It was always like this: whether I was jealous or not, as long as I stood by Luna, they would critique me and lecture me.
"Polly, are we friends then?"