Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 179

Chapter 178

All the criticism Ferris faced at the banquet today seemed to become trivial in this moment.

He didn’t wake me up, but gently took me into his arms.

It was then that he noticed the temperature of my forehead and was suddenly alarmed.

“You have a fever.”

I was awakened by his movement, my head spinning badly and my throat a bit sore: “You’re back.”

“Yes. You have a fever. I’ll have a doctor come look at you.” He was about to put me down to get his phone.

I instinctively hugged him, not letting him go: “I don’t want to see a doctor. I’ll just take some fever medicine.”

If we called a doctor and they found something really wrong with me, then being sick and hospitalized would mean a long time before I could leave.

I actively moved closer to him, softly nestling in his embrace

Ferris’s daytime displeasure seemed to dissipate all at once, the coldness between his brows gradually melting away.

“Be good,” he said.

But I held him tightly, refusing to let go, my voice trembling slightly: “Ferris, I don’t want to see a doctor, please… I’m really fine.”

My tone was too gentle, too earnest, even somewhat… coquettish.

Ferris was clearly wavering, but he didn’t lose his rationality

“What’s wrong with you today?” He stared at me, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

I rarely acted this way–especially since returning from abroad, I almost never acted coquettishly. When I did, it was usually to cover up something.

He could see through it, I knew.

1 buried my face in his chest, saying quietly: “My mother died in the hospital, and so did the child… I’m really afraid of seeing doctors.”

As I said this, I felt my heart tighten as well.

Mentioning my father and that unborn child, Ferris’s expression immediately softened, and he finally

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compromised.

“I’ll get you some medicine.”

“Okay.”

He finally released me, got up and left. I curled up on the sofa, watching his tall, straight figure, but my heart felt completely hollow.

Soon after, he brought me warm water and medicine.

I took them, swallowed the pills silently, then forced a smile.

“I’m fine now. I’ll get better soon.”

“Mm.” He nodded, but for some reason, hearing me say “I’m fine” made his worry deepen.

Night fell deeply.

I still had a low fever. After bathing and taking medicine, I was held in his arms. His body temperature was warm, but my heart remained heavy.

I couldn’t help asking: “Ferris, I want to ask you a question… Are disabled people naturally inferior to others?”

I had asked him this question when I was little too.

Back then, he had gently told me that everyone was a little angel sent by heaven, except some little angels had accidentally gotten hurt while descending to earth. Actually, we were all the same.

But now Ferris only said casually: “Naturally.”

“This world was never fair to begin with. People are unequal from birth.”

My throat suddenly hurt again, as if something had stabbed it hard.

“Yes, unequal from birth.”

Ferris noticed the change in my tone and gently placed his large hand on my shoulder: “That’s exactly why we need to work harder to create things that belong to us.”

I tightly gripped the corner of his shirt.

“Min. I understand.”

Perhaps… it was just because he had grown up and experienced too much, so he had become different from before.

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