"At this point, why bother hiding it, Mr. Sterling? What's the point of feeding me all these lies? If you just owned up to it, I might actually respect you as a real man," I said coldly.
I was starting to look down on him. Things had already reached this breaking point, yet he was still trying to cover it up?
"What am I hiding? Moon, are you misunderstanding something? My whole life, from the very beginning until now, there has only ever been you. My heart, my body—they all belong to you. Where would I even find the room for someone else?" Ferris laughed, looking both exasperated and utterly devoted.
He was putting on quite the performance.
His stellar acting skills were exactly what had fooled me so completely before.
But I wasn't going to be a fool anymore.
I suddenly ripped open Ferris's collar.
I yanked open his coat, then tore at his gray suit, desperately undoing the buttons of his black dress shirt underneath.
Since he had been with another woman last night, and that woman clearly loved leaving marks, he absolutely had to have a hickey on his neck right now.
I was going to find it myself and utterly shatter his pathetic lies.
Ferris raised an eyebrow. He looked surprised at first, but then his eyes narrowed with a playful, teasing glint. "Moon, are you in the mood? Do you want to do it in the car this time? That's fine by me, but we should turn the lights off first. This is the hospital garage, after all..."
"Shut up! Who is in the mood for you? Shameless!" I was already agitated, and his teasing only poured fuel on the fire.
I had peeled back his collar and aggressively inspected his neck several times, but there wasn't a single mark.
Refusing to give up, I kept unbuttoning his shirt, thinking perhaps the hickey was somewhere else this time.



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