bThe /bbutler saw Ashley behind bFerris /band was obviously stunned, a sh of disapproval in his beyes/b.

Over these three years, he had witnessed how I tried bmy /butmost to bbe /bapetent Luna and had bseen /bmy bdeep /bfeelings for Ferris, bso /bhe had always secretly felt sorry for me.

But after all, he was just a servant. After breceiving /bbFerris’s /bborders/bb, /bbhe /bcould only silently retreat to prepare the meal.

At the dinner tableb, /bthe dishes Ferris ordered bwere /bexcellent in colorb, /baroma, and btaste/bb, /bspecially tailored for Ashley’s preferencesb–/bexquisite and abundant, as if each bdish /bwas her bfavorite/bb. /b

During the bmeal/b, I barely touched my butensils/bb, /bsitting quietly.

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

She held my hand bas /bbif /bshe really cared about me.

bMy /bbgaze /bunconsciously drifted toward Ferris.

All this seafood was ordered by him to amodate 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.b” /b

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 andmented: “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: b“/bbIf /byou 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.”

I quietly watched these two sing their duet without saying a word.

bAnyway/bb, /bI was moving out soon. Let them do whatever they wanted.

Ashley thought my silence was due to sadness, and her eyes shed with smugness.

Ferris called the housekeeper to take the vase and flowers out to throw them away.

The housekeeper looked at me with difficulty and said to Ferris: “Alpha, but these flowers… were bought by Luna.”

Ferris’s bface /bshowed displeasure. He looked at me, slightly raising an eyebrowb, /bseemingly waiting for me to take a stance.

I said calmly: b“/bbIt’s /bfine. Throw them away if byou /bwant.”

Only then did the housekeeper pick up the vase and walk toward the door.

In bthe /bliving room, Ashley smiled and took Ferris’s arm, saying coquettishly: “Ferrisb, /bwill youe with me tomorrow to pick out curtainsb?/bb” /b

Ferris nced at me. Seeing mypletely calm face without a trace of jealousy, an inexplicable irritation rose in his heart.

He didn’t understand bwhy /bI wasn’t jealous.

Why wasn’t 1 angry when he had someone throw away my flowers?

Ferris felt troubled, unable to describe the feeling.

Obviously, what he liked most was my obedience and understanding, which saved him worry. But now that I wasn’t making a fuss, he was also unhappy.

Sometimes getting a little jealous wouldn’t hurt.

He suddenly found my obedience and understanding somewhat tiresomeb. /b

Seeing that Ferris didn’t answer, Ashley shook his arm, bing even more coquettish: “Ferris, are you listening to meb?/b”

Ferris withdrew his gaze and responded with a muffled “Mm.”