Chapter 158
I pressed my lips tightly together, the color draining from my face: “Fine, there are nineteen days left. I hope you’ll keep your promise when the time comes.”
With that, I turned toward the kitchen: “I’ll make breakfast.”
I had originally just wanted to find something to do, but I didn’t expect to hear footsteps approaching rapidly from behind. Ferris’s voice was low and suppressed: “I’ll cook.”
I froze, turning back to see he had already walked into the kitchen.
Watching him stand in the kitchen wearing his expensive tailored suit, the sight was indescribably awkward and out of place.
Since he seemed determined to cook, I couldn’t be bothered to refuse.
I thought to myself–he won’t be able to keep this up for long. He’ll soon revert to his old self. When that time comes, my leaving will be natural.
To be honest, while Ferris was skilled at work, his cooking… was really mediocre.
A simple breakfast took him over an hour to prepare.
“If it doesn’t taste good, we can order takeout,” he said as he sat down.
I looked down at the bland porridge in front of me and the half–burnt fried egg, involuntarily remembering the photo Ashley had posted on Instagram–in it, Ferris had made a whole table of sumptuous breakfast, looking skilled and considerate.
“You… can’t cook?” I blurted out.
His face stiffened, and after a moment he said flatly: “Of course I can.”
As he spoke, he picked out the burnt half of the egg from his own bowl, threw it away, then pushed the remaining half toward me: “You eat this.”
I watched him cut open his own egg again, pushing the edible half to me. My gaze lingered on him a moment longer.
Noticing my stare, he pressed his lips together and explained: “I’m just… not very practiced.”
I didn’t ask further. I could tell he really rarely entered the kitchen.
I lowered my head to sip the porridge, but immediately realized something was wrong–it was salty to the point of bitterness.
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Before I could spit it out, his hand reached over: “Don’t eat it it’s gone cold.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the bowl from my hands and threw it, porridge and all, into the trash.
He got up and walked to the living room, standing on the balcony to make a phone call, ordering breakfast to be
delivered.
I didn’t follow him out, instead standing quietly in the living room, watching him through the floor–to–ceiling windows.
He stood among the golden autumn leaves, his back straight, his movements efficient, but I felt something was different about him today–he seemed somewhat… abnormal.
The moment he turned around, our eyes met as I gazed at him.
I didn’t look away, nor did I speak.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he suddenly said in a low voice to the person on the phone: “That matter we discussed last time, you can arrange it now.”
I couldn’t hear the specific details, only vaguely catching Simon’s shocked voice on the other end: “Boss, are you really… going to give half of your assets to Aurora?”
Ferris calmly responded with a “Mm.”
Simon was clearly still reeling from the shock: “Boss, do you know what kind of number that is? And what you’re giving Luna isn’t just money and stocks–many of these properties are pillar industries of our pack, highly profitable, worth far more than their paper valuation…”
But Ferris was indifferent: “Just do as I say.”
“If you… if you really care about Luna, there are actually other ways…”
Before Simon could finish, he was coldly interrupted: “Who said I care about her?”
Hearing this, my heart felt like it had been stabbed.
“I just want to see what she really wants,” he said before hanging up.
He was always like this–claiming he “didn’t care” while using every ounce of his strength to probe.
Simon on the other end wasn’t stupid either. The alpha was clearly just being stubborn–who tests someone like this?
