The Deaf Luna’s Return: Now the Alpha Begs for Her Mercy - Chapter 189: Chapter 189
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Perhaps to avoid disappointing me, Ferris eventually took me out.
Tonight, the rain had finally stopped briefly.
A full moon hung in the sky, cold moonlight spilling over streets, parks, lake water, and tree shadows, as if gently caressing the wounds of this city.
I gave directions while Ferris drove me to the small pond. To be precise, this place had long since lost its original appearance and become a neatly planned park.
What was once a natural small pond had now become an artificial lake.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around at this time, and the surroundings were spacious and quiet. We practically had this moonlit lake to ourselves.
I got out of the car wrapped in a heavy coat. Though it wasn't really winter yet, I was dressed much more warmly than the pedestrians on the street.
Ferris walked beside me, turning his head to ask: "This is the place?"
"Yes." I nodded. "It's changed a lot."
He couldn't say what felt familiar or strange about it. I knew he had no memory of it at all.
As a child, he had indeed come to this area a few times, but probably never to the back mountain, let alone knowing there used to be a small pond here.
I slowly walked onto the wooden bridge, reaching the center, and looked up at that bright full moon, my heart suddenly pulled back to long ago.
As a child, I had made wishes here with him.
My wish was: "I want to marry Ferris in the future."
Looking at it now, it seemed to have come true. But my heart felt emptier than ever.
I turned back to look at him still standing by the bridge and called out: "Ferris, why aren't you coming over?"
He seemed to be brought back to his senses by my call, looking at me somewhat dazedly for a moment before slowly walking toward me.
When he reached me, he took my hand.
My hand was indeed ice-cold, without any warmth.
He frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"
I smiled gently, my eyes crinkling: "Because my heart is warm."
This childish phrase was something he had personally said to me when we were little.
But hearing it now, he found it strange and didn't respond. Instead, he directly pulled me into his embrace, tucking my hands inside his windbreaker to warm them.
"One more minute. After one minute, we're going back."
"That's it?" I looked up at him, my tone hiding a bit of expectation.
How much I hoped he could remember—even just a little, even just a blurred fragment. Unfortunately, his gaze remained calm, without any trace of awakened memory.
He really didn't remember at all—not the wishes we made under this moonlight, not the small pond, and not me.
After returning, I still couldn't sleep.
With my eyes closed, Camilla's words from earlier kept echoing in my mind.
"I've always had a question... The Ferris you described back then, was he a gentle gentleman?"
I remembered firmly nodding and saying yes.
But now, that young man who once made my heart flutter, that boy who gently taught me homework and piano and brought me home at night... was he really still the same person?
I didn't close my eyes until dawn.
I had originally planned to find an opportunity to take Linus away today, but now it seemed impossible.
I had to figure out one thing: Had I really mistaken him for someone else? Where exactly had that person named Dennis gone?
Why had I never heard anyone mention him from beginning to end?
The next morning after breakfast, Ferris had something to do and left.
I didn't delay and went directly to Camilla's residence.
She was indeed there, sitting in the garden sunbathing, her expression leisurely as if she had been waiting for me to appear.
She took off her sunglasses, looked at me, and smiled ambiguously: "How did it go?"
I didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "I want to ask you about Dennis."
She gently sipped her juice, her lips taking on a faint fruit color, then shrugged indifferently: "Sorry, I'm just a daughter-in-law of the Vargan family. There are many things I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare speak carelessly."
I stared into her eyes: "What do you want?"
I knew she wouldn't tell me these things for no reason. Since she had brought up this matter, she must have some agenda.
But this time, I guessed wrong.
She didn't want to gain anything from me, but rather... wanted me to have a falling out with Ferris.
She wanted me to uncover those buried truths myself, to see how embarrassed Ferris would be when he found out.
She didn't dare tell me directly—she was afraid of Ferris's retaliation.
So she could only use this method to guide me to investigate and face the truth myself.
She smiled faintly, continuing to drink her juice, her tone unhurried as she dropped a sentence:
"Why don't you ask Victoria? He's her son. She knows much more than I do, doesn't she?"
Tonight, the rain had finally stopped briefly.
A full moon hung in the sky, cold moonlight spilling over streets, parks, lake water, and tree shadows, as if gently caressing the wounds of this city.
I gave directions while Ferris drove me to the small pond. To be precise, this place had long since lost its original appearance and become a neatly planned park.
What was once a natural small pond had now become an artificial lake.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around at this time, and the surroundings were spacious and quiet. We practically had this moonlit lake to ourselves.
I got out of the car wrapped in a heavy coat. Though it wasn't really winter yet, I was dressed much more warmly than the pedestrians on the street.
Ferris walked beside me, turning his head to ask: "This is the place?"
"Yes." I nodded. "It's changed a lot."
He couldn't say what felt familiar or strange about it. I knew he had no memory of it at all.
As a child, he had indeed come to this area a few times, but probably never to the back mountain, let alone knowing there used to be a small pond here.
I slowly walked onto the wooden bridge, reaching the center, and looked up at that bright full moon, my heart suddenly pulled back to long ago.
As a child, I had made wishes here with him.
My wish was: "I want to marry Ferris in the future."
Looking at it now, it seemed to have come true. But my heart felt emptier than ever.
I turned back to look at him still standing by the bridge and called out: "Ferris, why aren't you coming over?"
He seemed to be brought back to his senses by my call, looking at me somewhat dazedly for a moment before slowly walking toward me.
When he reached me, he took my hand.
My hand was indeed ice-cold, without any warmth.
He frowned: "Why are your hands so cold?"
I smiled gently, my eyes crinkling: "Because my heart is warm."
This childish phrase was something he had personally said to me when we were little.
But hearing it now, he found it strange and didn't respond. Instead, he directly pulled me into his embrace, tucking my hands inside his windbreaker to warm them.
"One more minute. After one minute, we're going back."
"That's it?" I looked up at him, my tone hiding a bit of expectation.
How much I hoped he could remember—even just a little, even just a blurred fragment. Unfortunately, his gaze remained calm, without any trace of awakened memory.
He really didn't remember at all—not the wishes we made under this moonlight, not the small pond, and not me.
After returning, I still couldn't sleep.
With my eyes closed, Camilla's words from earlier kept echoing in my mind.
"I've always had a question... The Ferris you described back then, was he a gentle gentleman?"
I remembered firmly nodding and saying yes.
But now, that young man who once made my heart flutter, that boy who gently taught me homework and piano and brought me home at night... was he really still the same person?
I didn't close my eyes until dawn.
I had originally planned to find an opportunity to take Linus away today, but now it seemed impossible.
I had to figure out one thing: Had I really mistaken him for someone else? Where exactly had that person named Dennis gone?
Why had I never heard anyone mention him from beginning to end?
The next morning after breakfast, Ferris had something to do and left.
I didn't delay and went directly to Camilla's residence.
She was indeed there, sitting in the garden sunbathing, her expression leisurely as if she had been waiting for me to appear.
She took off her sunglasses, looked at me, and smiled ambiguously: "How did it go?"
I didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "I want to ask you about Dennis."
She gently sipped her juice, her lips taking on a faint fruit color, then shrugged indifferently: "Sorry, I'm just a daughter-in-law of the Vargan family. There are many things I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare speak carelessly."
I stared into her eyes: "What do you want?"
I knew she wouldn't tell me these things for no reason. Since she had brought up this matter, she must have some agenda.
But this time, I guessed wrong.
She didn't want to gain anything from me, but rather... wanted me to have a falling out with Ferris.
She wanted me to uncover those buried truths myself, to see how embarrassed Ferris would be when he found out.
She didn't dare tell me directly—she was afraid of Ferris's retaliation.
So she could only use this method to guide me to investigate and face the truth myself.
She smiled faintly, continuing to drink her juice, her tone unhurried as she dropped a sentence:
"Why don't you ask Victoria? He's her son. She knows much more than I do, doesn't she?"
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