Watching my gradually receding figure, Ferris realized that I seemed to be growing further and further away from him.
He really disliked this feeling.
He took out his phone and called Simon.
“Continue attacking Adrian’s industries. I want all his projects to go up in flames!”
Simon said with difficulty: “Alpha Ferris, Adrian and his Black Mountain Pack aren’t so easy to deal with. We’ve paid a heavy price these past days too. Should we let both sides calm down for a while…”
Ferris certainly knew that Adrian was an extremely difficult opponent.
But thinking that his mate might be taken away, his possessiveness couldn’t help but surge, wanting to eliminate all werewolves who might threaten him.
Ferris made new plans with Simon. After hanging up, his mind was filled with my carefree demeanor when I left.
He couldn’t understand why I, who had once said I would love him for life, had changed so suddenly.
Had I fallen for Adrian?
Whether or not, he had to win me back.
His things–even if he didn’t want them, he couldn’t give them to others.
On the other side, I was on my way leaving the villa district when Evan’s call came in.
paused and answered: “Mr. Warrick?”
The contract has been signed,” Evan said. “You can call your uncle to confirm. After confirming, call me back.”
With that, he hung up without waiting for my response.
hadn’t expected Evan to act so quickly.
lowever, I indeed didn’t trust Evan, so I dialed my uncle’s number: “Uncle, did the company collaborate on a project with the Warrick family’s enterprise?”
Yes.”
My uncle was very happy about the business progress, but he also found it strange: “Aurora, how did you know about this?”
I heard from someone else.”
brushed it off casually, asked after my uncle a few more times, then hung up and immediately called Evan back.
van answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for my call.
said: “I’m free on Saturday and Sunday.”
Evan said: “Good. Will you arrange the specific time or shall I?”
You arrange it.”
‘Good.”
“Liz and I discussed it. Liz said she wants to go skiing. Aurora, can you ski?”
I could ski, so I answered: “Yes.”
Chapter 92
Ivan: “Do you need me to prepare skiing equipment for you?”
“No need, I can buy it myself.”
“Good, see you Saturday.”
“Mm.”
I hung up, still wearing a slight smile. Skiing–1 hadn’t tried it in a long time, and I actually felt some anticipation.
Just as I turned the corner, I ran into a familiar and troublesome figure.
“Hey! Stop!”
That shouting voice interrupted my steps as I prepared to leave.
I turned around, and sure enough, Ferris’s annoying little nephew–Kyle–was standing by the roadside with his hands in his pockets, his expression as arrogant as always.
“I heard you’ve been having troubles with Uncle Ferris recently?”
He opened without pleasantries, mocking: “You’ve been kicked out of the house, haven’t you? How pitiful.”
Kyle was seven years old this year. Like his mother Hathaway, he looked down on me and ordered me around like a servant.
Over the years, Hathaway had caused plenty of trouble outside, relying on being Ferris’s sister. After her divorce, she had dumped her rebellious son directly on me, making me responsible for Kyle’s life.
I had been incredibly attentive to Kyle, almost caring for him like my own son.
However, he had never truly respected me.
Whenever I prepared breakfast for him, he would always frown and say pickily: “This isn’t what I want to eat.”
When I hand–mended his torn clothes, he would disgustedly throw them aside, saying they were “ugly as hell.”
Not to mention that in front of others, he would often lift his little chin arrogantly and declare: “Her? She’s just a servant my uncle temporarily keeps at home.”
Sometimes late at night, looking at him sleeping, I had hesitated in my heart–should I give up?
But every time he got sick with fever and called out “Don’t leave, Mommy” in his dreams, I couldn’t bear to abandon him.
I wasn’t his mother, yet I was more of a mother than his actual mother.
It’s just that such feelings seemed to have never held any value in their eyes.
“If you butter me up now, I can say a few good words for you in front of Uncle.”
Kyle didn’t notice my unfavorable expression and said arrogantly:
“I want to eat your baked pumpkin with herb–roasted chicken, and that braised pork rib soup from last time. Oh, and for dessert, I want your… honey apple pie, but don’t put cinnamon in it. I don’t like cinnamon. Did you get all that?”
