Chapter 477: Chapter 477

Chapter 477:

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Kellan took the pills silently, swallowing them without a word, his expression remote. Ferdinand took in his pale face, the tightened jaw, and the barely concealed pain lingering in his eyes as Kellan sank onto the sofa.

“The weather feels like a damp blanket.”

The humidity was so thick that it seemed to press down on everything, even Kellan’s mood. His throbbing headache drummed steadily in his temples, mirroring the relentless heaviness in the air.

Across from him, Ferdinand’s expression was a mixture of exasperation and humor as he shook his head.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve officially lost your marbles.” After handing Kellan a bottle of painkillers, he paused with sudden realization. “Wait. Don’t tell me… you actually asked Allison if she liked you, and she straight-up shot you down?”

Ferdinand’s smirk grew as he convinced himself he was right.

Kellan, sitting slouched on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, seemed cloaked in shadow despite the golden light spilling over the city outside. He gave a faint sigh, almost merging with the darkness. “Shut up,” he muttered.

But Ferdinand’s teasing had already left its mark, stirring emotions Kellan had been trying to ignore.

Did she really not care about him?

He replayed the memories they’d shared, the closeness they’d built that seemed to go beyond casual. They’d shared more than just good company; it felt like a connection that went deeper. Could that have happened if she’d felt nothing at all? After all, she had so many admirers. She could have found another man easily if she wanted, but she didn’t. And yet, she was acting distant from him, even outright refusing his offer to accompany her to Vrining.

So, was it all just a game to her?

Conflict and doubt tangled in Kellan’s chest, his thoughts a chaotic storm that only worsened the throbbing in his head. He lowered his eyes, concealing his expression beneath a quiet intensity.

The silence in the room thickened, but Ferdinand, oblivious or perhaps just stubborn, continued, completely undeterred by Kellan’s terse response.

“Looks like I’m onto something. Playing hard to get can push people away, sure. But you need to stir her emotions, get Ms. Clarke to actually show her cards.” Kellan’s eyes closed as he replied, voice low and cold, “Your approach is useless. She didn’t react at all.” Every subtle attempt he’d made to gauge her feelings had backfired, pushing her further from him.

Ferdinand shrugged with a dismissive sigh. “Then maybe you weren’t pressing hard enough?” The morning light streamed in from one side of the room, bright against the thick shadows cast by blackout curtains on the other. Even Ferdinand’s voice carried a note of weariness as he continued, “Why not give it one last shot? If that doesn’t get her attention, then maybe… maybe she just doesn’t feel the same way.” He let out another sigh, unable to hold back. “Besides, there’s no shortage of options. Find someone who’s worth your time, and let this go.”

As soon as Ferdinand said this, he sensed a chilling atmosphere, an inexplicable coldness. There was silence.

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