Unspoken Love

Chapter 14 Luna, Don't You Dare Die

If he didn't keep an eye on her, what if she cheated on him again?

What if she got him another bastard?

If he didn't rush back, what if she escaped?

Who knew where this ruthless woman would escape to this time? Was it ten or twenty years?

Drunk and dizzy, Brodie had long forgotten that Luna had been sent to the hospital and was going to

have an abortion tomorrow.

He just subconsciously wanted to see this ruthless woman.

He thought about that she always allowed him to do anything to her in bed. He thought about how

charming and sexy she was in bed, and how tender her eyes were.

Brodie arrived at the presidential suite and swiped his room card. He saw a figure in the moonlight,

gentle and charming. That person lowered her head slightly and was inexplicably docile.

Brodie's desire rose again. He felt happy in his heart, but he still said mean words. There was a trace This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

of gentleness in his voice, "I know you are waiting for me. Quickly come here."

He stretched out his arm and pulled the woman into his embrace. His mind was filled with those

passionate scenes, causing his entire body to tremble. He lowered his head to ask for her kiss. When

he saw her face clearly, he discovered that she was Ariana!

He pushed her away abruptly.

Ariana's eyes were moist, and she vented her anger and jealousy. "I am Ariana! Brodie, who do you

think I am? Luna is still pregnant with the child of another man in the hospital! Why did you leave right

after our wedding? So you really came to see her!"

Brodie's chaotic gaze seemed to be clearer.

At this moment, his phone rang.

Brodie recognized the number. He seemed to have never thought that she would call him, so he was

stunned for a while before he picked up the phone.

Luna's weak voice sounded, "It's me."

Brodie deliberately calmed himself as usual. "What's the matter?"

"Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Melton. Since I wish you a happy wedding, Can I ask for a

favor? There's a girl called Cindy Covey in Los Angeles. She is our daughter. If you don't believe me,

you can take her to a paternity test. She is sick. Have pity on her. Take good care of her."

Brodie panicked in his heart, and he couldn't keep his calm expression as usual. He grabbed his phone

and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! You still want me to take care of your child. Dream on,

Luna! Are you in the hospital now? I'll be right over!"

Luna ignored Brodie's insane words. She spilled out a mouthful of blood, and blood was all over her

mouth. She was almost unconscious in the smoke. "Brodie, I'm dying. I'm telling you that I loved you

before, but if there is a next life, I don't want to meet you again, let alone fall in love with you again."

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When Brodie arrived at the hospital, the firefighters had put out the fire.

At that time, the doctors and nurses in the hospital all saw the successful businessman. He had always

been calm and he always had lots of methods to achieve success in business. But at this moment, it

was as if he was suffocating. It was as if he was being entangled by countless invisible vines. He was

so painful that it was difficult to describe in words. He rushed over with all his might and hugged the

burnt body.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted. "Luna Covey! I won't let you die. Don't you dare die, you

hear?"