Ferris’s expression changed, his tone turning cold: “I’m not returning them. Take them or leave them.”
He kicked a gift box at his feet and walked into the bathroom without looking ack.
I heard the bathroom door slam shut with a “bang” and just felt this person was becoming more and more inexplicable.
Water sounds came from the bathroom. I sat alone by the bed, my gaze sweeping across the entire room – flowers, gift boxes, a whole room full, at least a hundred items.
Suddenly I felt something indescribable in my heart.
After marrying him, I had quietly invested most of my personal assets into his company. Back then, I was reluctant to buy many things I liked, so I could only make notes in a small notebook, writing down brands, models, prices, saving money bit by bit.
Looking back now, I was really foolish then, but I truly loved him.
He could have bought all these things with just a gesture, yet I was calculating carefully, just to avoid adding any pressure to his work
The water in the bathroom had been off for a long time before Ferris came out. I instinctively looked up and was completely stunned.
His face and body were covered in hives!
“Ferris, what happened to you?”
His breathing was somewhat labored, his face flushed: “It’s nothing, probably the flowers in this room are too fragrant.”
“You can’t go on like this. I’ll call Simon to take you to the hospital.” I said, about to take out my phone.
But he reached out to stop me: “No need, I’ll be fine after sleeping through the night. Tomorrow… I have something to show you.”
I thought he really just had mild allergies, so I didn’t insist on calling.
In the bedroom, he lay down, but his brow remained furrowed and even his breathing became heavy. I sat beside him, vaguely feeling something was wrong.
“Ferris?” I called him softly.
He just made a “mm” sound, his voice low and weak.
Half an hour later, the sound of an ambulance cut through the night.
Only then did I learn for the first time – Ferris was severely allergic to pollen.
Sitting on a chair in the hospital corridor, my fingers clenched tightly, my heart a jumble of emotions.
But the problem was… in my memory, Ferris wasn’t allergic to pollen at all.
Simon walked over quickly: “Good thing you called early. The anti–allergy medication didn’t work at all, and the situation was quite dangerous for a
while.”
Пlooked up at him, my voice somewhat hoarse: “Has Ferris.., always been allergic to pollen?”
Simon was slightly stunned, looking at me as if I were a stranger: “You don’t know?”
I nodded.
“Alpha has been allergic to pollen since childhood,” he said.
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At that moment, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning.
A congenital allergic condition could never suddenly change.
But I remembered clearly as a child, when I was hiding in a corner crying after being beaten by my father, Ferris came to me holding a houquet of flowers. He squatted down, handed me the flowers, and said gently:
“I really like flowers, but my family doesn’t like thein, so I’m giving them to you. Can you help me take care of them?”
From that day on, I started loving to grow flowers at home.
I had always thought he was that boy. But now I
“So… it wasn’t him…” I murmured to myself as certain–it wasn’t him.
low it was like talking to the air.
Simon, hearing this, just felt my emotions were off and mistakenly thought I was worried about Ferris, so he comforted me: “Don’t worry, the doctor said he’s stable now.”
“Do you want to go in and see him? When he woke up just now, the first thing he asked about was you.”
I shook my head: “I don’t want to see him.”
I was too confused right now and needed to be alone to think things through clearly.
Simon didn’t insist, just went back to the room himself.
He told Ferris: “Alpha Ferris, Luna doesn’t want to
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