Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 177

My disheveled appearance clearly startled Ferris for a moment. His expression immediately changed, and without saying anything, he brought me back to our residence.

Back inside, he draped a clean piece of clothing over me, his voice calm but hiding unease: “What do you want to ask?”

I looked down at the photo still hidden in my pocket, instinctively gripping it tighter with my fingers. I raised my head, staring into his eyes, and asked word by word: “Do you have a twin brother?”

Upon hearing the word “brother,” Ferris’s expression suddenly turned cold.

He released his grip on my arm, his voice low: “Yes.”

I stared at him, feeling inexplicably panicked: “Then why have I never heard of him? Where is he now?”

Ferris’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes filled with coldness, anger undisguised: “You suddenly ran to the banquet to find me just to ask this?”

I didn’t back down, continuing to look directly at him, waiting for his answer.

But he sneered, his eyes covered with frost, his voice like a blade: “This is my family matter. You don’t need to know,”

Family matter…

Hearing him say those words, my heart felt like it had been struck hard by a blunt instrument.

I instantly understood that I wouldn’t get anything from him.

Fortunately, I hadn’t taken out the photo. I quietly tucked it back into my clothes pocket, my tone calm: “I understand. I won’t ask again.”

Ferris’s gaze slightly darkened, as if investigating me: “Why did you suddenly ask about him?”

I didn’t respond, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

He continued staring at me: “Did someone tell you something?”

Ilied, my voice so quiet it was almost inaudible: “I… accidentally overheard when you were talking to Victoria before, and learned you had a brother. Just now while walking outside, I happened to hear someone mention it again, so I… wanted to confirm.”

This lie was clumsy–I could hear it myself.

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Chapter 177

Let alone Ferris–how could he believe it?

He had seen my disheveled state with his own eyes. No matter how much I tried to cover it up, he knew it definitely wasn’t just “hearing about it.”

I didn’t dare look into his eyes, only able to apologize quietly: “I’m sorry. I was too emotional just now. I shouldn’t have been so reckless at the banquet and embarrassed you.”

Ferris was silent for a few seconds, ultimately not pursuing it further, only saying coldly: “Don’t mention him to me again.”

After saying this, he turned and left the room. The banquet was still continuing, and he didn’t stay.

After he left, I finally dared to take out the photo that had been crumpled in my grip from my pocket.

I sat on the sofa, staring at the gentle and familiar young man in the photo, my throat suddenly tightening, my eyes growing hot.

I repeatedly caressed his smiling face with my fingertips–I wouldn’t mistake that gentleness.

“I wouldn’t mistake you… Ferris.”

Only the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves outside the window answered me.

With the photo in hand, childhood memories also surfaced.

I remembered that young man, smiling as he taught me homework, taught me piano, and helped me drive away those who bullied me.

At night, he would brave wind and rain to pick me up and take me home. He always said:

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