Alpha's Regret: False Mate, True Luna novel Chapter 36

The butler saw Ashley behind Ferris and was obviously stunned, a flash of disapproval in his eyes.

Over these three years, he had witnessed how I tried my utmost to become a competent Luna and had seen my deep feelings for Ferris, so he had always secretly felt sorry for me.

But after all, he was just a servant. After receiving Ferris’s orders, he could only silently retreat to prepare the meal.

At the dinner table, the dishes Ferris ordered were excellent in color, aroma, and taste, specially tailored for Ashley’s preferences–exquisite and abundant, as if each dish was her favorite.

During the meal, I barely touched my utensils, sitting quietly.

Seeing this, Ashley asked sweetly: “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like these?”

She held my hand as if she really cared about me.

My gaze unconsciously drifted toward Ferris.

All this seafood was ordered by him to accommodate Ashley.

But he hadn’t considered at all that I was severely allergic to these ingredients.

I quietly withdrew my hand and responded calmly. “It’s nothing. I’m not hungry. Help yourselves.”

Hearing my indifferent response, Ashley gently swept back her hair, her gaze passing over Ferris, her eyes full of adoration and pride.

Obviously, she felt she was the one truly being treasured.

After dinner, Ashley walked around the living room and commented: “Ferris, these curtains don’t look good, and the vase on the table doesn’t match the color scheme of the whole living room.”

After saying this, she covered her nose and looked at the fresh flowers in the vase with disgust: “Also, I’m allergic to pollen. Can you throw these flowers away?

The curtains were ones I had changed, the vase on the table was one I had bought, and the flower arrangement in the vase was also my careful design.

Ashley probably knew this, which was why she deliberately found fault.

Ferris said casually: “If you don’t like them, change them to ones you like.”

His gaze lingered on me for a moment, saying indifferently. “Since you’re allergic to pollen, better throw them away.”

Anyway, I was moving out soon. Let them do whatever they wanted.

Ferris’s face showed displeasure. He looked at me, slightly raising an eyebrow, seemingly waiting for me to take a stance.

I said calmly: “It’s fine. Throw them away if you want.”

In the living room, Ashley smiled and took Ferris’s arm, saying coquettishly: “Ferris, will you come with me tomorrow to pick out curtains?”

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