As she spoke, she dug her nails hard into Luna’s arm.
Luna flinched and pulled her hand away, making Violet stumble and let out a cry before collapsing into Morgan’s arms, whimpering in a pitiful voice. “Morgan…”
Morgan pushed her aside angrily, his face filled with disgust, “What the hell are you doing? Don’t come near me or Luna again unless it’s important. Get out!”
Violet gave Luna a hateful glare before turning to leave.
Morgan then turned back to his wife and said softly, “Luna, this isn’t the right place for you. Behave and go home, okay?”
She could hear the impatience hidden in his voice. Still, she just nodded quietly and walked out alone.
Not long after she left, Violet returned to the private room once again.
Luna walked out of the restaurant alone, but the driver who had brought her there was nowhere to be found. She tried calling a taxi, only to realize her phone battery was dead. With no other choice, she started walking home.
It was late autumn and the night was freezing cold. Her coat was still at the restaurant and she was only wearing a thin shirt. Shivering, she hugged herself tightly as she walked the streets.
By the time she got home, it was already two in the morning.