"Dn, I''ve got just one question for you: when did you two start getting cozy? You know she couldn''t stand you before. Back then, she was head over heels for me. There''s no way she was faking it the whole time, pretending to like me while secretly seeing you. She was supposed to be my fiancée; we were nning to get married. If you were really with her back then, then you were the one butting in! Don''t you feel any shame for being older than me and still ying the side piece?"


    Simon''s voice cracked on thatst usation, showing just how worked up he


    was.


    Dn nced at the wine spattered across the floor. A deep red puddle was spread.


    Simon thought his words had rocked Dn, and hoped that maybe now he''d back off from ra. But Dn just replied in a cool, almost dismissive way.


    "When ites to love, the unloved person is the real intruder, Simon. You''re still too young to understand."


    Simon felt like he''d been struck by lightning,pletely thrown off bnce. "What did you just say?"


    What did Dn mean by the unloved person being the intruder? What kind of twisted logic was that?


    Dn, losing his patience, lowered his gaze. "Stop making a scene. Just leave." Compared to Dn''s calm demeanor, Simon seemed like a kid throwing a fit.


    They were only a few years apart. What did Dn mean when he called him too young? Simon couldn''t find the words because Dn''s argument was bulletproof.


    He stumbled out of the room, feeling like he was walking on air, disoriented and unsteady.


    Richard and Nichs, who he bumped into on his way out, noticed his uneasy state but didn''t ask any questions. They were both notoriously standoffish with outsiders.


    Simon kept walking until he reached the outside of Moonlight. The cold night air snapped him back to reality.


    Dn''smanding presence had overwhelmed him, clouding his judgment. But Dn''s words were meant to mislead him, to make him think ra had been involved with Dn before she lost her memory.


    But that couldn''t be true. Simon knew how much ra had despised Dn in the past; there was no way they were secretly involved.


    Dn must have been eyeing her for ages and was waiting for the perfect chance to swoop in during her amnesia.


    Sitting in the driver''s seat, Simon felt himself trembling, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with frustration.


    He took a deep breath and mmed his fist against the steering wheel, angry at himself for feeling so helpless, so stuck!


    Damn it!


    The car horn red as he leaned back, suddenly exhausted.


    The most urgent issue now was that ra had genuinely lost her memory, and she had no idea about Dn''s intentions. Working on the top floor with him was like sending amb into a lion''s den.


    When she got her memory back, would she be so regretful that she''d want to do something drastic?


    Simon flicked a lighter and lit a cigarette, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. He finally realized what he had to do.


    As he had nned before, he had to help ra regain her memory and make sure she knew exactly what Dn was up to.