A Beautiful Luna After Rejection - Chapter 315

315 Nothing Went Smoothly

It was probably an illusion, but I suppressed that thought. Now should be the time for me and Michael to celebrate.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

I smiled and greeted the person in the same office. As the person completely disappeared from my sight, the smile on my face gradually disappeared.

I rubbed my stiff face with my hand, feeling a little tired. The work of the Special Investigation Agency was less interesting than I had imagined. I wasn’t complaining because I was busy or the job was too difficult. On the contrary, I was given a little work. Even though I’d been here for a week, I’d been sitting at my desk doing nothing most of the time, which made me feel like I’d never really integrated into this place.

Take it slow.

I took a look at my watch. Michael should be going back soon. If I went back now, I should be able to have dinner with Michael.

I tidied up the documents on my desk and left the office.

However, when I returned to Michael’s room, I found that he had yet to return. It was already seven o’clock in the evening. I sighed and casually made some oatmeal for myself. Then, I sat in a daze on the sofa in the living room.

Michael had been busy for the past week, even more so recently. He always went out earlier and came back later than I do. When we were on the island, he told me there wasn’t much work to do in the palace, and he even fantasized about traveling the world. But now, Michael was so busy every day that he didn’t even have time to have dinner with me. As his mate, I didn’t even know what he was busy with.

Michael and I still had a long life to live. Would this be my life for most of the time in the future? I chased this disturbing thought out of my mind.

Why shouldn’t I wait for him to come back today and ask him what he was busy with recently? We’d had too little time to chat recently. I didn’t know how other mates get along, but judging from Brandon and Courtney, the two obviously had a lot of things to do, but they still had a good relationship. Wouldn’t they face a situation with too little time to communicate?

Perhaps the way they get along would become the norm for Michael and me. We’d be busy with our things, but our feelings would be the same when we were together. Many years later, I would enjoy that calm and warm state, but now, I wanted to stay with my mate more. He was more enthusiastic to me.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang. My eyes lit up, and I saw Michael walk in.

His handsome brows were furrowed together as if he was worried about something.

“You’re back,” I said to Michael.

When Michael saw me, the thin layer of gloominess on his face disappeared, and he smiled at me. I saw him throw his bag at the door, walk to the sofa, bend down, and give me a light kiss. I hooked my hand around his neck and deepened the intimate action. I hadn’t seen Michael for a day and missed him very much.

Michael turned his head and saw the finished oatmeal on the coffee table. He frowned again. “You ate this for dinner?”

Before I could answer, Michael continued, “That won’t do. I’ll get someone to send something up.”

I grabbed his hand and said, “It’s okay. There is no need. I’m already full.”

Michael looked at me and sat down beside me. I let him hold me in his arms, leaned on his shoulder, and sniffed the intoxicating smell on him.

There were a lot of smells on his suit jacket. There was the smell of smoke, cold air, and the mixed smell of contact with different people. There was also a smell that I couldn’t describe, like the smell of some medicine. But one thing was for sure. He didn’t have a woman’s scent on him.

I crossed my fingers with each of Michael’s fingers and asked, “You’ve been back very late these days. What have you been busy with?”

“It’s all because of what Brandon told me to do. Hmph!” Michael snorted. “He even boasted to me that he didn’t need my help. In the end, he called me back and threw me some troublesome things.”

“He just took office, so this is inevitable.” I wanted to appear considerate, but I couldn’t help it. I sighed. “But the time you spend with me now is too little. I can’t see you for almost an entire day.”

“I also want to stay with you.” Michael gently squeezed my palm. “But there have been too many trifling matters in the palace recently. I promise I’ll never be like this again once I’m done with these. I’ll find time to accompany you.”

“I’m not asking you to spend time with me.” I pouted. “I have my things to do. I don’t have to stick to you. But I think I should know what you’re doing. You always say it’s nothing big, but it’s been a week. What kind of trifle matter has left you no time to speak to me daily? Although I can see you daily, I feel I’m out of place with you and life in this palace.”