Moonlit Night Contract

Meet again

A week has passed in a blink of an eye. During this time, Oliver was busy dealing with the company's affairs, big and small. Considering that Mia had her own life, he did not go to see her again. Mia rotated between the hospital ward and the operating room every day, and her memory of the gray wolf was gradually fading.

Just when the two people's lives were gradually getting on track, fate intertwined them again.

On this day, Mia stood in the corridor of the hospital, holding a medical record that had just been sorted out in her hand, but her eyes looked out the window absent-mindedly. The sun outside the window was bright, but she could not feel a trace of warmth.

Because in recent days, she always felt that Jack's behavior was a little abnormal, the phone was always hung up in a hurry, and he always found various excuses to shirk appointments. She felt a little uneasy in her heart, but kept telling herself not to think too much.

"Mia, are you okay?" The voice of her colleague Ellie came from behind, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ah? Oh, I'm fine." Mia came back to her senses and forced a smile, "Maybe I'm too tired recently."

Ellie frowned and said with concern: "You don't look very good recently, do you want to take a rest?"

Mia shook her head and said softly: "No, I still have a lot of work to do."

She looked down at her watch and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Today was the day she and Jack agreed to have dinner together. Although Jack always made excuses recently, he promised her last night that he would definitely be on time today.

"I hope he won't stand me up again..." Mia had some expectations in her heart.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mia finished her day's work, hurriedly changed her white coat, picked up her bag and walked out of the hospital. She took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Jack: "I'm off work, where are you?"

A few minutes later, Jack replied: "Sorry, Mia, there is a meeting at the company, it may be late. You go to the restaurant and wait for me, I will rush over as soon as possible."

Mia frowned, feeling a little unhappy. This is the third time this week that Jack always uses work as an excuse to postpone the date. She took a deep breath, suppressed her dissatisfaction, and replied: "Okay, I'll wait for you in the restaurant."

She walked to the parking lot, got in the car, and started the engine. The car slowly drove out of the hospital and drove towards the restaurant in the city center.

The restaurant is located near a high-end office building in the city center, where Mia and Jack often date. Mia parked the car, walked into the restaurant, and chose a seat by the window. The waiter came over and asked with a smile: "Miss, would you like to order now?"

Mia shook her head and whispered: "Wait a little longer, my boyfriend hasn't arrived yet."

The waiter nodded and turned to leave. Mia took out her mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already six o'clock. She sent a message to Jack: "Honey, where are you?"

A few minutes later, Jack replied: "Baby, the meeting is not over yet, wait for me a little longer."

Mia felt irritated. She stood up, walked to the French window of the restaurant, and looked at the street. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the door of a hotel not far away.

A familiar figure was walking out of the hotel-it was Jack. His arm was around a tall woman, and the two were talking and laughing, and their behavior was intimate.

Mia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her mind was blank. She couldn't believe her eyes, rubbed her eyes hard, and looked in that direction again.

Yes, it was Jack. He had a smile on his face that she had never seen before, and his eyes were full of tenderness and pampering. The woman was wearing a red dress and had long hair, looking young and beautiful.

Mia clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. Her mind was in a mess, and an indescribable pain surged in her heart.

"Why..." She murmured in a low voice, with a hint of sobs in her voice.

She took out her cell phone and tremblingly dialed Jack's number. After the phone rang a few times, Jack picked up: "Mia, what's wrong?"

Mia's voice trembled a little: "Where... are you?"

Jack's voice was still calm: "I'm in a meeting at the company, didn't I tell you?"

Mia's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. She looked at Jack not far away, his face still smiling, without a trace of guilt.

"Jack, I see you." She whispered, with a hint of despair in her voice.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Jack began to look around, and soon their eyes met. Then Jack's voice became a little flustered: "Mia, listen to my explanation..."

Mia didn't wait for him to finish, and hung up the phone directly. Her tears slid uncontrollably, and her heart was full of pain and anger.

She turned and ran out of the restaurant, got into the car, and started the engine. The car drove away from the city center quickly and drove towards the bar. Her mind kept replaying the scene just now-Jack's smile, the way he hugged the woman, the tone of his lie...

"Why... why do you do this to me..." She murmured in a low voice, her voice full of pain.

As night fell, the neon lights of the city flickered on the streets, and there were bursts of loud music from the bar. Mia sat at the bar, holding a glass of strong liquor in her hand, staring at the liquid in the glass with empty eyes.

The scene of the afternoon kept replaying in her mind - she saw her boyfriend Jack and a strange woman walk into a hotel intimately.

"Why..." There was a hint of sob in her voice.

She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. There was a burning feeling in her throat, but she couldn't hide the pain in her heart. She never thought that she would encounter such a betrayal. Jack was her boyfriend for three years. They had planned their future together and even discussed getting married. However, all this collapsed completely today.

"Another glass." She pushed the empty glass to the bartender, her voice hoarse and tired.

The bartender glanced at her and silently poured her a glass of wine. Mia took the glass, her fingers trembled slightly, and the wine swayed in the glass, reflecting her pale face.

Just then, a man in a flowered shirt came over, holding a glass of wine in his hand and a frivolous smile on his face. He sat directly on the chair next to Mia, looking at her unscrupulously.

"Hey, beautiful girl, drinking alone is so boring, do you want me to accompany you?" The man approached her with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Mia frowned and subconsciously moved aside, saying in a cold tone: "No, I want to be alone."

The man did not give up, but moved closer to her and put his hand on the back of her chair: "Don't be so cold, I see you are in a bad mood, why don't you let me chat with you?"

Mia felt annoyed, she stood up and said coldly: "I said, no."

The man also stood up and blocked her way, still smiling on his face: "Don't leave so quickly, I am very good at making people happy."

Mia's heartbeat quickened, and her heart was full of uneasiness. Her mind was in a mess, and the effect of alcohol made her thinking dull and her body shaky.

"Get out of the way." She whispered, with a tremor in her voice.

The man did not mean to get out of the way, but moved closer to her, reaching out to grab her wrist: "Don't be so cold, I am..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his wrist being held by a strong force. He turned around suddenly and saw a tall man standing behind him, his eyes cold and dangerous.

"She said, get out of the way." Oliver's voice was low and cold.

The man in the flowered shirt turned pale instantly. He felt the sharp pain in his wrist and stepped back a few steps, stammering, "Sorry... I'm leaving now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away quickly, disappearing into the noisy crowd in the bar.

Mia's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her eyes met Oliver's, and then she fell into his arms.

Oliver's eyes softened slightly, he reached out and gently supported her shoulders, whispering, "You've drunk too much, I'll take you home."