LUNA THE CAPTIVE HEALER novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Hazel’s POV:

After days of recording, the show had entered the final preparation stage before the finals.

That day before recording, Joseph and I sat in the hotel booth drinking coffee.

“You’re quite the big star now.” He looked at me teasingly, “You’ve crushed all the celebrities‘ popularity in recent years.”

I just smiled faintly, my tone calm: “It’s the internet age, all entertainment products.”

Joseph looked at me, his eyes behind the lenses unfathomable, “You seem quite open about these things, not quite matching

your age.”

He said: “A young, beautiful girl like you should theoretically like luxury goods, pretty clothes and bags, like being pursued, like standing in the most dazzling places.” His lips curved slightly, “But you seem to like nothing.”

I neither refuted nor admitted.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like them, just that those things… I’d once had too many of them.

No matter how expensive the bags, how limited the jewelry, to me they were just numbers. Seen too much, got tired of them.

I didn’t speak, but he kept staring at me, his gaze falling on my face, a barely perceptible sharpness behind his lenses.

“Then what do you like?” he suddenly asked me.

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him, my gaze sweeping over his excessively handsome face, finally settling on his attractive

frame.

“I like beautiful bodies–specimens.” I slowly answered.

I saw his lips just starting to curve up, then freeze completely when he heard “specimens.”

But he recovered quickly, his expression barely changing, just smiling and saying: “Then when I die, my body is yours.”

His words sounded like a joke, but his tone carried a tenderness I couldn’t quite understand.

I was too lazy to delve deeper, casually smiling back: “Sure.”

He looked at me, his eyes suddenly deepening, the smile at his lips ambiguous. The hotel lights cast on his iace, his lenses reflecting light, making him look like he was wrapped in a gentle halo.

But I didn’t continue looking at him, already turning my gaze elsewhere.

Just in time to see two people taking photos of us.

“I heard they’re saying we’re an on–screen couple?” I casually asked.

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Chapter 67

He also glanced at those two people, asking me back: “What’s wrong with that?”

I remembered what Rowan had said before, directly replying: “Mr. Rowan said not to ride on my popularity, it affects my

career.”

Joseph:…

Third POV:

On the other side.

Nathan covered his swollen face, looking miserable, “I just said a few words about Joseph and Hazel being a good match, did you have to beat me so hard?”

Vincent was shirtless, his lean muscles clearly visible.

Obviously the result of years of training and strict self–management.

On his waist, abdomen, shoulders, and back, scars and bullet marks remained.

Some deep, some shallow, some large, some small.

Having just “exercised,” he was still sweating.

This image, the adrenaline–filled hormones seemed ready to explode from his body.

Vincent unwrapped the bandages around his fists circle by circle, his expressionless face showing a hint of ferocity.

“I just happened to need someone to practice with recently.” He curved his lips, “Since you delivered yourself, I’ll reluctantly accept.”

Nathan gritted his teeth.

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