Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

When Ferris came back, the flowers with excessive pollen in the garden had already been cleaned up.

I had originally thought Ashley would come with him today, since this sea of flowers was clearly a gift he had carefully prepared.

But unexpectedly, only he returned alone.

“Have you eaten?” He saw me sitting alone in the living room, bent over the coffee table writing something.

I nodded, “Yes, I’ve eaten.”

He glanced toward the dining room, where the table was clean without a trace of having been used for dinner.

“I thought you wouldn’t come back today, so I didn’t order your meal,” I said.

In the past, regardless of whether he came back or not, I would always prepare his favorite dishes. Although most of the time he wouldn’t even touch them.

Later I gradually became disappointed, and to focus on my future, I started working frequently, leaving kitchen matters to Mary.

Now, I didn’t want to return to being that person who only revolved around the kitchen.

Ferris showed no emotion, only saying indifferently: “I’ve eaten too.”

I didn’t expose his lie. Today he had clearly come home early, yet hadn’t eaten a bite. He probably still thought I would prepare dinner for him as usual.

“That’s good then.” I went along with what he said.

After a moment, I said softly: “Cynthia has a cold, I need to accompany her to the hospital later.”

He nodded without questioning.

When I returned from the hospital, the living room lights were still on. Pushing the door open, I saw Ferris in the soft lighting, wearing home clothes and sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book.

Hearing footsteps, he didn’t look up, just continued turning pages, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the

paper.

I walked up to him step by step.

“I’m back,” I said softly. “I saw the flowers outside this morning, they’re very beautiful.”

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Actually, I had already seen those flowers. Bringing them up now was just to say something nice, to give us both a way down the steps, perhaps making things easier for both of us.

Ferris closed the book and looked up at me, his handsome face glowing with a pale golden outline under the light. His voice was low: “Mm.”

There was a complexity in his eyes that I couldn’t describe, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

I could sense his emotions were off, but couldn’t guess at all where that heaviness came from.

“On the way back, I saw a nice Japanese restaurant and brought you a portion.” I placed the bag containing it on the coffee table.

I knew he didn’t usually eat late–night snacks, but I still wanted to try.

Sure enough, he pushed the food container away: “I don’t want to eat.”

His tone was flat, even carrying a few degrees of coldness. But I could feel that behind that tone was a mass of emotions suppressed to the extreme, like wet cotton stuffed in his heart.

I didn’t understand why he suddenly became like this.

“Alright then.” I said softly, “I’ll go wash up first, preparing to rest.”

I turned to go upstairs when suddenly my wrist was grabbed by him.

I froze, turned back, and looked at him with confusion.

He looked at me, unable to hide the pain in his eyes, speaking in a low voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his throat:

“Did we… have a child… who died before being born?”

In this moment, for the first time, I saw such clear pain on his face.

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