You Are My Mr Right

Tyler said, “You are too sentimental, which is why you are troubled.”

Luna laughed along with him, “Are you praising me?”

“No, no, no, it’s not good to be too sentimental. Being emotional can easily be influenced by the people and events around you. I think, to live freely, one must first be clear-headed,” Tyler said.

Frowning, Luna thought, wouldn’t a person become heartless by thinking that way?

In one’s life, there should always be one or two people worth worrying about, shouldn’t there?

She looked at Tyler, “If I were to die, would you immediately remarry, since women are all the same anyway?”

Tyler stared at Luna, “How did you twist my words?”

Luna laughed, “I’m just teasing you, look at how you’re scared.”

Tyler looked at her laughing and he laughed along.

When she first got together with him, Luna’s laughter was forced.

But now, she could feel that her laughter came from the heart.

Tyler felt relieved and served her food, “Alright, let’s eat quickly.”

“Okay,” Luna replied as she picked up her fork.

After dinner, Tyler went to sleep.

He hadn’t slept all of last night, so he was quite tired now.

Luna tidied up the table and kitchen.

She didn’t want to disturb Tyler’s sleep, so she decided to go out for a walk.

The doctor said that walking more would aid in childbirth.

She went to the room to get her coat and saw Tyler’s arm wrapped in bandages.

Her eyebrows unconsciously raised, and she walked to the side of the bed to look at him.

Tyler was sleeping lightly, as if sensing someone watching him, he drowsily opened his eyes and the figure in front of him gradually became clear, “Luna?”

Luna said, “Are you hurt?”

He replied, “Just a scratch, no big deal.”

Self-blaming, Luna said, “As a wife, I’m really not qualified at all. You’re injured, and I had no idea.”

“Oh,” Tyler grabbed her hand, “You’re not wrong, it’s my fault for not telling you proactively, it’s my bad.”

“Does it hurt?” Luna asked.

He shook his head, “I’m not in pain, what’s a little scratch for a man?”

Luna said, “But you’re flesh and blood too.”

She leaned down and kissed his forehead, “Have a good rest, I won’t disturb you.”

Tyler had things to do in the afternoon.

He only had the morning to rest.

Luna walked out of the room.

She gently closed the door to the bedroom.

She walked onto the road, took out her phone, and called Freya.

At that moment, Freya was in the yard, playing with Morton.

Morton could stand on the ground but wouldn’t take steps, so Freya held him as he crawled forward.

Each time, Freya caught his small body as he fell.

Although there was a blanket on the ground, falling could still cause bumps.

“Freya, your phone,” Elowen came out holding her phone.

Freya picked up Morton, reached for the phone, “Who’s calling?”

“Luna,” Elowen replied.

Freya answered, “Hello, Luna.”

“I have something to tell you, you need to be prepared,” Luna spoke with a serious tone.

She couldn’t hide this matter.

So she decided to tell Freya earlier.

To give her some preparation.

Freya immediately thought of the last phone call she made.

“Is it about Zane? Tell me!”

“He’s in trouble,” Luna said.

Freya clenched the phone, steadied her emotions, and asked, “What trouble is he in? Is it serious?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.