Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 162

Inside the car, Ferris sat in the back seat.

Last night, he had sat there all night without receiving a single phone call from me.

As soon as I stepped out the door, he rolled down the window, his face showing exhaustion: “Get in.”

I thought he had come back specifically to confront me, so I didn’t get in.

“Whatever you want to say, say it here.”

There was a hint of haggardness between his brows: “Half a month left. We continue.”

I was stunned, somewhat surprised by his attitude, but eventually opened the car door and got in.

Ferris didn’t mention yesterday’s incident with Ashley, and I didn’t ask why he was only returning now.

The car started.

“Today we’re going back to Vargan Manor,” he said.

I was startled: “Go back to Vargan Manor for what?”

“There’s a festival in a few days.” He paused, then added, “Didn’t you always say you wanted to live at Vargan

Manor with me?”

I fell silent.

I had indeed thought about it once. Back then, I believed that as long as I moved into the Vargan family manor, he would treat me as his true partner.

But now, I no longer cared about these things.

Between us, there was no going back.

Last night, I had thought for a long time.

I already had the documents with his fingerprints. As for Linus, I had already asked Adrian to send people to scout, and once there was an opportunity, they would send someone to take him away.

My only concern was Terris’s obsession.

If he refused to let go, even if I escaped with Linus, we would eventually be caught and brought back.

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So I could only nod obediently: “Alright.”

When we arrived at Vargan Manor, it was still raining, the gray mist like a depressing filter over the entire world.

I followed Ferris out of the car, looking at the endless manor, my chest tight with oppression.

Seventeen days left.

The bodyguards beside us held black umbrellas. I walked behind him in high heels, all the way into that oppressive building.

The manor’s butler had been waiting at the door, with several maids standing beside him.

Since the last time flowers were sent to the villa, the butler was even more dissatisfied with me. Although he

remained respectful on the surface, his eyes couldn’t hide his contempt.

Standing next to him was a well–dressed young woman, his daughter Linda.

The way she looked at Ferris was intense yet restrained, unable to hide her feelings.

“Alpha Ferris, the room has been prepared. Linda will take care of you and the Luna during this time.”

After the butler finished speaking, he whispered a few instructions to Linda, then turned and left.

Linda stepped forward, her tone soft: “Young master, is there anything else you need?”

“No, you may all go.”

Ferris had never liked the servants at Vargan Manor, which was why he had moved out to live alone.

Linda’s smile stiffened, she curtsied reluctantly, then withdrew disappointedly.

Ferris and I walked straight into his room.

The room was still decorated in black and white, without a trace of extra color, just like him–calm, rational,

meticulous.

I changed my shoes and walked in, reaching up to pat the remaining raindrops off my coat.

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