The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 158: Chapter 158
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After hearing this, I reached out and gently took Ferris's hand, then hugged him, kissing his lips like a routine task.
I thought it would just be a light kiss, but Ferris suddenly set down the breakfast in his hand, cupped the back of my head, and deepened the kiss forcefully.
I was somewhat caught off guard, not understanding why - we were clearly doing the most intimate thing, yet he couldn't see any emotion in my eyes.
Unwilling to accept this, he suddenly bit down hard.
I frowned in pain, wanting to push him away, but he caught my hands.
The nameless fire in my heart was also provoked, and I bit back vengefully, until my mouth was full of the sweet taste of blood before letting go.
Ferris breathed heavily, cupping my face, murmuring in a low voice: "Look at me... call my name again."
I looked up, seeing his lips that I had bitten, red and alluringly striking.
"Ferris."
My voice was flat, my eyes calm as still water, no longer the little girl whose eyes had been full of him.
Ferris's heart suddenly contracted, the corners of his eyes reddening, his emotions seeming to lose control as he directly lifted me up.
Ignoring my struggles and resistance, he pressed me onto the sofa.
"Call my name!!" His tone was like confirmation, yet also like coercion.
I didn't understand what was wrong with him, gentle one moment, then losing control like a beast the next, his unpredictable moods frightening me.
"Ferris." I called again, flatly, as if perfunctory.
Hearing this emotionless response, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if blocked by something, unable to say a word.
Finally, he said nothing, only silently carried me back to the room.
When everything was over, breakfast had gone cold.
Ferris wanted to have someone buy fresh food, but I stopped him.
"We can heat it up in the room." I said.
We sat together eating the reheated breakfast, the taste already different from what I remembered.
In that moment, I suddenly understood what Ferris meant by "starting over."
Just like this breakfast - once cold and reheated, no matter how slowly you ate it, it would never taste like it originally did.
After breakfast, Ferris drove me with practiced familiarity to where I had lived as a child.
It was an old brick house, but the outside had been kept spotlessly clean, without a single weed or fallen leaf, as if someone had been living there all along.
I looked at this place in surprise, wondering, when a neighbor noticed the car had stopped and walked over.
When I got out of the car, the aunt recognized me and immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Aurora... how did you come back?"
Before I could react, Ferris got out from the other side of the car, saying in a calm tone: "My partner and I came back to take a look."
After speaking, he headed toward the house first.
I couldn't help but wonder: How did he know these neighbors?
I smiled politely at the neighbor aunt, then quickly followed him into the house.
The inside was spotlessly clean, even the vase on the coffee table had fresh water, as if someone had been waiting for someone to return.
"You seem... very familiar with this place?" I couldn't help but ask.
Ferris paused, turned to look at me: "Because I wanted to give you a surprise."
I was stunned.
I didn't know that during those days when I was sick and hospitalized, he often drove here alone, standing at the door and looking for a very long time.
He had arranged for people to regularly clean and maintain this little house, preserving its appearance, just to give me a surprise when I was discharged.
I looked at his stern profile and asked softly: "Why? Is this compensation?"
Ferris's lips tightened, and after a long time he said: "Think whatever you want."
Think whatever I want.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.
I stepped forward, murmuring: "Then I'll consider it... compensation."
The former me was too humble.
So humble that he thought no matter how much I was hurt, how many tears I shed, I would never really leave him.
Yes, Ferris had indeed thought this way.
But the current me was no longer that little girl who fell at first sight of him.
He was becoming increasingly uncertain, which was why he brought me here.
"Let me show you something." he said.
After speaking, he took my hand and led me toward a bedroom inside the house.
Reaching the door, he gently pushed it open.
When everything inside fell into my view, I froze.
It was a bedroom with extremely familiar furnishings -
Pink curtains, an old wooden desk, picture books I loved as a child on the bookshelf.
And that stuffed rabbit, sitting quietly at the head of the bed, with gentle eyes, exactly the same as in my memory.
My eyes immediately reddened.
I stood there, staring in disbelief at this room that seemed to have been moved from my memory.
As if in the blink of an eye, I had become again that girl with pigtails, clamoring for candy.
I thought it would just be a light kiss, but Ferris suddenly set down the breakfast in his hand, cupped the back of my head, and deepened the kiss forcefully.
I was somewhat caught off guard, not understanding why - we were clearly doing the most intimate thing, yet he couldn't see any emotion in my eyes.
Unwilling to accept this, he suddenly bit down hard.
I frowned in pain, wanting to push him away, but he caught my hands.
The nameless fire in my heart was also provoked, and I bit back vengefully, until my mouth was full of the sweet taste of blood before letting go.
Ferris breathed heavily, cupping my face, murmuring in a low voice: "Look at me... call my name again."
I looked up, seeing his lips that I had bitten, red and alluringly striking.
"Ferris."
My voice was flat, my eyes calm as still water, no longer the little girl whose eyes had been full of him.
Ferris's heart suddenly contracted, the corners of his eyes reddening, his emotions seeming to lose control as he directly lifted me up.
Ignoring my struggles and resistance, he pressed me onto the sofa.
"Call my name!!" His tone was like confirmation, yet also like coercion.
I didn't understand what was wrong with him, gentle one moment, then losing control like a beast the next, his unpredictable moods frightening me.
"Ferris." I called again, flatly, as if perfunctory.
Hearing this emotionless response, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if blocked by something, unable to say a word.
Finally, he said nothing, only silently carried me back to the room.
When everything was over, breakfast had gone cold.
Ferris wanted to have someone buy fresh food, but I stopped him.
"We can heat it up in the room." I said.
We sat together eating the reheated breakfast, the taste already different from what I remembered.
In that moment, I suddenly understood what Ferris meant by "starting over."
Just like this breakfast - once cold and reheated, no matter how slowly you ate it, it would never taste like it originally did.
After breakfast, Ferris drove me with practiced familiarity to where I had lived as a child.
It was an old brick house, but the outside had been kept spotlessly clean, without a single weed or fallen leaf, as if someone had been living there all along.
I looked at this place in surprise, wondering, when a neighbor noticed the car had stopped and walked over.
When I got out of the car, the aunt recognized me and immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Aurora... how did you come back?"
Before I could react, Ferris got out from the other side of the car, saying in a calm tone: "My partner and I came back to take a look."
After speaking, he headed toward the house first.
I couldn't help but wonder: How did he know these neighbors?
I smiled politely at the neighbor aunt, then quickly followed him into the house.
The inside was spotlessly clean, even the vase on the coffee table had fresh water, as if someone had been waiting for someone to return.
"You seem... very familiar with this place?" I couldn't help but ask.
Ferris paused, turned to look at me: "Because I wanted to give you a surprise."
I was stunned.
I didn't know that during those days when I was sick and hospitalized, he often drove here alone, standing at the door and looking for a very long time.
He had arranged for people to regularly clean and maintain this little house, preserving its appearance, just to give me a surprise when I was discharged.
I looked at his stern profile and asked softly: "Why? Is this compensation?"
Ferris's lips tightened, and after a long time he said: "Think whatever you want."
Think whatever I want.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.
I stepped forward, murmuring: "Then I'll consider it... compensation."
The former me was too humble.
So humble that he thought no matter how much I was hurt, how many tears I shed, I would never really leave him.
Yes, Ferris had indeed thought this way.
But the current me was no longer that little girl who fell at first sight of him.
He was becoming increasingly uncertain, which was why he brought me here.
"Let me show you something." he said.
After speaking, he took my hand and led me toward a bedroom inside the house.
Reaching the door, he gently pushed it open.
When everything inside fell into my view, I froze.
It was a bedroom with extremely familiar furnishings -
Pink curtains, an old wooden desk, picture books I loved as a child on the bookshelf.
And that stuffed rabbit, sitting quietly at the head of the bed, with gentle eyes, exactly the same as in my memory.
My eyes immediately reddened.
I stood there, staring in disbelief at this room that seemed to have been moved from my memory.
As if in the blink of an eye, I had become again that girl with pigtails, clamoring for candy.
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