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    Ferris had been holding back for several inonths, and now that the baby was almost three months and more stable, he didn’t have as many concerns.

    My face turned bright red: “No.”

    Just as I was about to escape from Ferris’s arms, he suddenly stood up, lifted me entirely, and walked toward his room.

    “What are you doing?” I lowered my voice.

    “Don’t wake the olddy. We can talk properly in the room.”

    His heartbeat was racing, After gently cing me on the bedi, /ihe got on as well and pulled me into his arms.

    Lying here, I realized – his bed was really small. Two people had to stay close together to avoid falling off.

    “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m going back–mmph…”

    Before I could finish, his kiss fell down, blocking all my words.

    I struggled to push him away, but Ferris’s arms held me firmly with oppressive force, keeping me fixed in his embrace. This kiss carried urgency and dominance, making it hard for me to breathe.

    Fortunately, he didn’t kiss for too long.

    His hand touched my burning face and stopped, his voice low: “Did I scare you?”

    I turned my face away and was about to get up, but he pulled me back again.

    “You’re pregnant, don’t move around.”

    “Knowing I’m pregnant, you still do this?” I couldn’t help but re at him.

    “We’re husband and wife. Kissing is normal.” He spoke each word deliberately

    I pulled the nket over myself and stopped speaking.

    He seemed unustomed to my silence and said softly: “Say something, okay?

    There was a humility in his tone I had never heard before.

    “There’s nothing to say. I want to go back to my room. Let me go.” My voice grew colder.

    He didn’t respond, only held me tighter, as if trying desperately to hold onto something.

    “I’ve been vaguely remembering things from childhoodtely.” He suddenly spoke.

    I looked up at him questioningly.

    “The first time I saw you, you were being bullied, fell to the ground, and your knees were scraped.”

    I was stunned.

    Honestly, I still couldn’t tell whether I first met Ferris or Dennis as a child. In my memory, the first time I saw Ferris was when I followed the butler back to the Moreau family.

    Our families were neighbors then, and he stood outside the yard wearing a white shirt.

    bIf /bwhat he said was true, then the first person I met should have been Dennis,

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    bWhat /bbhappened /bbnext/b?b” /bbI /bcouldn’t help asking.

    “Then you called me ‘Terris‘ Looking back now, I don’t know how you knew my name then.” Ife said this with focused eyes.

    He wanted me to understand that he was himself, not someone else’s shadow

    “Did you drive away those bullies?” Looking at that face I knew down to my hopes, waves stirred in my heart.

    “Yes, you looked so pitiful then.”

    Hearing this, my pupils contracted and I blurted out: “Do you remember Drends then?”

    Ferris’s expression paused, his face changing slightly. “I don’t remember.”

    1 felt somewhat disappointed.

    I wanted to ask him why Dennis would impersonate him as a child.

    But when I mentioned Dennis, Ferris fell silent, and the atmosphere around him clearly dropped.

    “Are you very interested in Dennis?”

    I didn’t notice his emotional change and just shook my head: b“/bbNo/b, just curious. You’re twins, so I wanted to ask.”

    -almost touching.

    When I looked at him again, his thin lips were already very close to me–a

    Just as he was about to kiss down, the phone rang.

    I immediately reached for it. It was Dane calling.

    “Miss Aurora, there’s news.”

    His voice was low but carried a hint of

    urgency.

    “Go ahead.” I immediatelyposed myself, my tone serious.

    “Edward and Carlin Deroche knew each other before your mother’s death. Someone deliberately leaked information to me–after your mother died Edward and Nigel transferredrge amounts of assets to Carlin’s name.”

    I gripped the phone tightly, my knuckles turning white.

    “Carlin now has assets worth hundreds of billions. Her sess isrgely rted to the support of Edward’s and his family’s entire fortune.

    I listened silently, feeling like a heavy weight

    was

    s pressing on my chest.

    Whether Edward was too ruthless or my brother too stupid to give the family fortune to outsiders.

    “There are also reports that Edward and Carlin may have had an improper rtionship before your mother’s death.”

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