Chapter 108
Used to it…
Ferris’s throat caught, and he wanted to explain, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn’t say anything
I tried to say casually: “Don’t worry, I won’t mind these things.”
Ferris didn’t know how he left that place.
Back in his room, he felt particularly uncomfortable.
This discomfort was not only due to guilt, but also because of my attitude.
So indifferent and uncaring, completely different from before.
This was clearly what he had hoped for before–no arguing, no fussing, a virtuous and gentle Luna. Why did he now want that vibrant Aurora more?
Early the next morning, when I woke up, I heard someone knocking at the door. When I opened it, I was shocked to see Ferris in casual clothes standing at the doorway, naturally walking into the room.
“What are you doing here?”
“You just recovered, and I was afraid you wouldn’t eat properly, so I came to make you porridge.”
Ferris went to the kitchen and began processing ingredients, his movements skilled as if it were his own home.
Light–colored shirt, gray pants, with an apron tied around his waist–his appearance while cooking porridge surprised me.
I had never seen Ferris cook.
I only knew from Ashley that he could cook and had personally cooked for her.
When he finished and brought the food to the table, he said: “Come try it.”
I didn’t notice that Ferris’s long, attractive fingers were still red from burns.
Born with a silver spoon, he had never cooked–he couldn’t even wash dishes. Looking at his burned red hands, Ferris thought, cooking isn’t that difficult…
He didn’t know why he had suddenly decided to get up early to make porridge. Maybe it was because of the inappropriate words he’d said last night, feeling somewhat guilty.
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I came to the dining room and saw the seafood wed fish pore in the bowl. I dared for a long does
picking up the spoon.
Ferris thought his cooking wasn’t good, so he prated ont char and eat disten rating it first. It was ordinary, le
edible.
“If you don’t want to eat it, you can throw it away.”
After saying this, he continued drinking his porridge while keeping his eyes on my face
I picked up the spoon, scooped up some pottidge, and marnered “This is the first time someone has made seafood porridge for me.”
Ferris didn’t catch the deeper meaning in my words.
“Eat more.”
I took a bite, then asked him: “We’ve known each other for about ten years, right?”
Ferris raised his eyebrows, “Not that long, we’ve only been married for three years.”
I fed myself the porridge spoonful by spoonful, saying almost inaudibly: “…I’m such a fool.”
Ferris didn’t hear: “What did you say?”
“I said it’s really delicious.”
“You cook fish every time, this is also my first attempt,” Ferris said.
I ate the entire bowl of porridge.
“Are you full? If not, I’ll get you more.” Ferris stood up to get more porridge but got no response from me.
He looked at me again and noticed that my neck and hands had turned red.
“What’s wrong?” His eyes darkened.
“I’m allergic to seafood.”
I looked at him and said softly.
After more than three years of marriage, he actually didn’t know.
Ferris’s mind exploded with a roar, and he hurriedly picked me up and rushed to the car, heading to the hospital.
On the way, he said angrily: “Are you crazy? Why didn’t you tell me you were allergic?”
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