Alpha's Regret: False Mate, True Luna novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Listening to this, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly in my heart.

All these years I had abandoned myself, centering my life entirely around Ferris, always revolving around them.

Now getting such an assessment from Heather was indeed not unfair.

But I wouldn’t be like this anymore.

Thinking this, I was about to speak when several people happened to walk toward us.

“Miss Vargan!”

They were obviously looking for Heather.

Seeing me, they looked me over and asked: “Miss Vargan, who is this?”

Heather didn’t mention that I was her sister–in–law, just said coldly: “A friend.”

After saying this, she left surrounded by that group of people.

Heather refused to acknowledge my identity. If this had been before, I might have felt sad and hurt.

But now I no longer cared.

The day before the medical conference, Milo and I arranged to meet at the entrance of the convention center.

Early Saturday morning, shortly after I drove out, my car suddenly shuddered and stalled. Then a car rear–ended me from behind, causing a chain reaction

accident.

sharp braking sounds and cursing filled the air. The driver behind was emotionally agitated, and the entire road section was in chaos.

After apologizing to the other drivers, I immediately called for emergency services and waited for rescue personnel to arrive.

However, this would take a very long time to handle, and I was in a hurry to attend the conference-

Car broke down?”

At this moment, a low, clear male voice suddenly came from behind and to the side.

looked up.

Evan Warrick.

Why was it him?

He walked over from the sidewalk, sunlight slanting across his tall figure. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, his face wearing its usual cold expression, out his gaze fell on me with some indescribable meaning.

[responded with a flat “mm,” not really wanting to deal with him.

By the time I finished dealing with this and got there, the conference would probably be over.

It’s fine, I can enter late.”

After hanging up, I was about to communicate with the other drivers when Evan suddenly said: “111 have someone handle things here for you. Where do you need to go? I’ll give you a ride.”

Five minutes later, I was sitting in his car.

We sat side by side in the back seat, with a few feet of distance between us, but the air was filled with a subtle sense of pressure.

“Thank you.”

“No trouble at all,” he replied indifferently.

No trouble at all…

Once upon a time, he found even looking at me a waste of time.

When we met at the car dealership before, it ended rather unpleasantly.

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