bChapter /bb91 /b

This morning, bI /bhad just had Cynthia use her bfamily’s /bmediapany to bexpose /bscandalous news about Ashley.

Remembering Ferris’s bprevious /bprotection bof /bbAshley/b, bI /bbcould /bbprobably /bguess Ferris’s intention–he must havee to cause me trouble because of Ashleyb! /b

Ferris saw my guarded behaviorb, /bbhis /beyes bing even more profound.

He said irritably: “Who allowed you to live here aloneb? /bCome home with me right now!!b” /b

My beyes were /bfull bof /bsurprise.

Homeb? /b

What homeb? /b

I looked up at Ferris’s consistently sharp and handsome bface/bb: /b“Ferrisb, /bwhat do you mean?b” /b

Ferris’s throat choked, and without saying much, he tightened his grip on my wrist and led me away from the apartment building.

His bsteps /bwere quick, with an impatient expression that made me even more confused.

I could only barely keep up.

I bwas /bpractically dragged into the car all the way. Ferris sat directly in the driver’s seat, his right hand still gripping my wrist tightly.

I had never seen Ferris like this, never.

“Where are you taking me?”

Ferris started the car, his thin lips parting slightly: “Home!”

I was stunned, remembering that divorce document: “Ferris, don’t forget we’re already divorced.”

Ferris suddenly stopped the car, leaning toward me with slightly reddened eyes: “Since when? You’re still my Luna, our bond still existsb!/bb” /b

I was stunned.

Could it be that Ferris hadn’t received that divorce document yet?

Had he signed the document to cancel my Silver Moon Pack membership?

I nned to call thewyer I hadmissionedter to inquire about the situation.

Soon, we arrived at the familiar vi entrance.

Outside the vi, some small flowers were faintly blooming–ones I had nted by hand before.

Because Ferris didn’t like them, I could only nt them outside, but now there weren’t many left.

Ferris got out bof /bthe car first, then opened the passenger door.

b“/bbGet /bout.”

I didn’t know what bwas /bwrong with him today and could onlyply, getting out of the car. Looking at everything familiar before me, there wasn’t much difference from when I left.

“You’ll live here from now on,” Ferris said again.

Hearing this, my refusal came out immediately: “No.”

Thinking of the cold treatment I had bsuffered /bin this house in the past, I wanted to escape quickly.

“Ferris, bI /bhave a new ce to live nowb, /band it’s bvery /bbgood /bthereb./bb” /b

In the past, Ferris would never have been refused by me.

But now, again and again.

Ferris was somewhat irritated. He tried to speak to me as gently as possible: “I know you’re still angry with me. Move back first, and we can sleep in separate

rooms.”

“That’s still not good.” I paused, “I don’t want to bear gossip and some people’s maliceb./bb” /b

Gossip?

Malice?

These seemed like excuses to Ferris.

Ferris’s expression darkened, his deep eyes full of coldness: “You’re afraid of Adrian hearing gossip, aren’t you?b” /b

I was stung by the malice in his words and struck back without courtesy: “Ferris, regardless of what our rtionship is now, I have the freedom to choose where to live. You’re being too controlling, aren’t you?”

After speaking, I no longer wanted to stay in this ce and quickly walked past Ferris.

Ferris felt like he had been pped at that moment. It was just a few words, but his heart felt very ufortable.

What did she mean by “too controlling“?

She was his Luna! Didn’t he have the right to manage her?!