Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 148

Under the gentle light, I gazed at that all–too–familiar face before me, momentarily not knowing what to say.

Ferris lowered his head and gently kissed my forehead.

My hand resting on the blanket tightened slightly.

“I’m a bit tired today, I don’t want to.” I said softly.

He paused, only holding me tighter, not saying another word

Leaning against his chest, I could clearly hear his strong, steady heartbeat, each beat seeming to soothe my restless heart.

“Ferris…” I called his name gently.

“Mm?” His voice was low but gentle.

“Do you remember our first embrace?” I suddenly asked.

Ferris fell silent for a moment, as if recalling the scene from our wedding day.

That day, my mother had just passed away, yet he had pushed away me when I tried to get close to him.

Perhaps he thought I was blaming him for that night, so he said: “What happened before won’t happen again.”

This was his rare moment of yielding and showing weakness.

But I couldn’t help looking up at him, brows slightly furrowed, somewhat puzzled by his words.

Our first embrace clearly wasn’t on our wedding night, but when I was still in school.

That night, I had been bullied, and he came through the rain in the darkness to pick me up.

I said softly: “I think that’s when I fell in love with you, deeply… very deeply.”

Though I was expressing love, Ferris keenly sensed something was wrong.

When we got married, he knew I loved him.

But if I only fell in love then, did that mean I had wavered later?

He said nothing, while I continued softly: “I really thought you were wonderful then. I always felt I wasn’t worthy of you, never imagined I would actually marry you someday.”

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Chapter 147

Ferris’s Adam’s apple moved slightly several times.

He also never expected to marry me – that little girl he first met when she was only ten, thin and small, yet smiling so brightly.

“We can start over now.” When he said this, his voice was so low it was almost inaudible, as if suddenly drawn by something.

I looked into his eyes, not moving my gaze away for a long time: “Can we really start over?”

For a time, I saw him countless times in my dreams.

Dreaming he regretted it, dreaming he asked me to come home, saying he would treat me well from then on.

But every time I woke up, it was cold reality.

Before I could wait for his response, the doorbell rang–room service bringing dinner.

During dinner, we both tacitly changed the subject, no longer mentioning those words hidden in our hearts.

At night, after turning off the lights, we lay on the same bed, and he naturally pulled me into his arms.

“Aurora…” he called my name softly in the darkness.

I didn’t hear what he said after that clearly.

I fell into a deep sleep, my dreams strange and chaotic, like a small boat drifting in stormy waves, directionless, not knowing where to go.

When I woke up, Ferris was no longer beside me.

Outside the window, the sky was bright, a gentle breeze stirring the white curtains, swaying lightly like morning

mist.

I changed clothes and casually picked up my phone, seeing messages from Cynthia, still about Ashley’s apology.

My assistant abroad also sent information, saying the other party was actively arranging compensation.

I closed the phone and walked out of the room.

I immediately saw Ferris standing under that large banyan tree, wearing a black windbreaker, his figure tall and upright.

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