Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 142

I was held by him like that, standing stiffly in place.

After a long time, I gently shook my head: “I don’t hate you.

This was the truth.

Hearing this, Ferris’s arms suddenly tightened, as if afraid I would suddenly disappear. His hand caressed my cheek, his fingertips warm, gently rubbing, as if confirming that I truly existed in his arms.

Only now did he dare to believe–I still belonged to him.

The places he had kissed burned like flames licking them.

He had always been self–controlled, but at this moment he was gradually losing control.

Ferris suddenly gripped the back of my head and kissed me fiercely, with venting and longing.

He didn’t care what purpose I held now. Tonight, he wanted me–without question!

I sensed his emotional change, and while he loosened his grip slightly, I spoke softly: “I’m a bit scared… could we have some wine first?”

His breathing was slightly heavy, looking at my moist eyes, his Adam’s apple rolled lightly, and he nodded: “Alright.”

I turned to go to the wine cellar and took out the bottle of spirits with the highest alcohol content. While pouring the wine, I quietly mixed the medicine Cynthia had given me earlier into Ferris’s glass.

I had waited too long for the account cancellation certificate, so long that I realized he might not sign to agree to let me leave.

So, I could only find a way myself.

This time, I had to ensure foolproof success.

Get Ferris drunk, collect his fingerprints, and the documents would still be effective.

If Ferris were sober, he would never let me succeed.

1 carried the wine glasses back to the living room, handed one to him, and took one myself. To dispel his doubts, I took a sip, and my throat immediately burned like fire.

“Cheers.” I raised my glass and said softly.

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Chapter 142

Today, he didn’t refuse me, tilting his head back and drinking the entire glass in one go.

As soon as Ferris put down his glass, he frowned slightly, “Use Tequila next time, this kind is too strong, it’s bad for your health.”

I nodded, “Okay.”

I didn’t pour him more wine. The pace couldn’t be too fast, couldn’t be too greedy, otherwise it would only make him suspicious. The amount I had just put in should be enough.

Ferris’s alcohol tolerance was indeed remarkable. After drinking an entire glass of high–concentration spirits, his complexion remained stable. He only loosened his collar for air, then suddenly made a move–he picked me up.

His steps were steady, yet carried obvious urgency.

I nervously gripped his shirt, leaning close to his ear, saying softly: “I’m sorry.”

Ferris paused in his steps, seeming to think I was going to back out.

He looked down at me, I looked up at him, genuine emotion flashing in my eyes. At that moment, I myself couldn’t tell whether that look was performed or had long been buried in my heart.

“Ferris.” I gently called out his name, words I hadn’t spoken in a long time.

He shuddered all over, as if struck by lightning, all the blood in his body mobilized.

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