After hearing Luna's words, a sense of urgency and concern flashed across Jones's eyes, tinged with a hint of reproach. He questioned me, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Weren't you with Catherine at that time?" I retorted.
Jones seemed to be taken aback by my response and just stared at me in silence.
Luna defended me, "Don't look at Eliana like that. I used to encourage her to accept you, thinking you were a decent and loyal man, not like Damon. But it seems I was wrong. Birds of a feather flock together,
huh? How could clear water spring from a mire?"
Jones's face darkened at her harsh words. Luckily, we were alone, so there was no one else to witness his humiliation.
"I had something important to deal with last night," Jones started, pausing to glance at Luna. His gaze was slightly hesitant, but then he regained his composure and asked, "Since you knew Catherine was here, did you tell Damon?"
