bChapter /bb97 /b

bHeartless/bb? /b

bWho /bwas really heartlessb? /b

I tried to pull away from his grip, but bhe /bonly held on tighter.

bMy /bentire body was bpressed /bagainst Ferris’s chest, and I could hear his strong heartbeat.

Ferris rarely got sickb, /bbut when he did, bit /bbwould /bdrag on for a long time.

In the past, when Ferris was bsick/bb, /bhe would be in a bad mood too.

When working at the officeb, /bhis subordinate werewolves would all avoid him.

When he came home, I would try hard to take care of Ferris. When sick, Ferris would be very picky about food and always lose his temper, like a child…

bFerris /bgroaned in painb, /bhis hand forcibly pulling me into his embrace.

“Let go of me!” I could barely breathe.

Ferris threatened incoherently. “Trying to escape again?”

I’m telling you, this time, even if you die, you have to die in my arms!!”

With those words, his distinctly jointed hand fell on my neck and suddenly tightened.

Before I could react, the man’s hands had moved to my cheeks, then pressed down heavily to kiss my lips.

bA /bsimple kiss, like a feather brushing past, leaving no trace.

After the kiss, Ferris had no strength left and fell heavily back to the floor.

By the time I came to my senses, the person on the floor had fallen silent.

I quickly leaned over and touched his forehead–it was even hotter.

I got up to get the spare medical kit. The kit was still in its usual ce, but all the medications inside had expired. Ferris hadn’t had anyone restock it.

I could only go to the refrigerator first to get some ice, wrap it in cloth, and use it to cool him down.

Then I ordered some medicine online for delivery.

When I first tried to give Ferris medicine, he refused to open his mouth. With no other option, I had to add some honey to the medicine before bI /bcould barely get him to swallow it.

Probably no one could imagine that Ferris, who was so formidable in the outside world, actually liked sweet things.

I wanted to move him back to the sofa, but he was really too heavy, and I didn’t have much strength, so I could only let him lie on the floor.

I turned down the air conditioning a bit and covered him with a thin nket.

bFinally/b, I was iso /itired that I leaned against bthe /bsofa and fell asleep.

When the evening light fell on his faceb, /bFerris finally opened his heavy eyelids and found himself lying on the floor.

He raised his hand to rub his head. When he sat up, he saw me sleeping against the nearby sofa.

bHe /bbwas /bstunned for a long while, looking at the nket on his body, the wet towel ced nearby, and the pile of medicine.

Terris moved the nket aside. bWhen /bhe bstood /bbup/bb, /bbhis /bhead spun with dizziness.

bWhen /bbhad /bhe gotten bso /bseriously bill/bb? /b

b“/bbYou’re /bfinally awake.” Hearing the bsound/b, bI /bwoke bup /bbtoo/b.

Seeing that Ferris was fully conscious and seemed fine, I bgot /bstraight to the point.

“Considering that I took care of byou /btoday, please let Cynthia go.”

“She did bit /ball for meb. /bI’ll apologize to your girlfriend on her behalf. bI’m /bsorry.”

Ferris had just woken up and was still somewhat groggy, seemingly not understanding what I meant.

“What Cynthiab?/bb” /b

I exined: “The person who bexposed /bAshley’s giarism online is my friend Cynthia. I’m bvery /bsorry for offending your girlfriend Ashley, but please show mercy. I’ll take down that articleb./bb” /b

Only then did Ferris remember that Ashley had indeed called today asking him to help.

b“/bIf byou’re /bstill unwilling, I can publicly apologizeb./bb” /b

Seeing bthat /bFerris hadn’t spoken for a long time, my throat tightened.

“I’m not apologizing because I admit she was ndering, but because I’m yielding to your powerb. /bbIf /byou’re unwilling to let us go, that’s fine too–as long as your conscience bis /bclear.b” /b

After saying this, bI /bwalked toward the exit, preparing to think of another solution.

Ferris endured the dizziness and stepped forward to grab my wrist.

“When did I say I wouldn’t help youb?/bb” /b