The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 137

His long, powerful legs suddenly stepped right into my path, blocking the storage bin.

I looked up in confusion, meeting a distinctly mocking glint in his eyes.

"Dr. Hayes," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips, "playing hard to get in the middle of the night?"

I frowned instinctively, forcing down the irritation bubbling in my chest. "You misunderstand, Dr. Sterling. I'm simply clearing out early to make room for your new addition."

He froze for a fraction of a second before adopting a careless shrug. "Is your memory failing you, Dr. Hayes? We still have over a month left. What's the rush?"

What's the rush.

I couldn't fathom how he had the nerve to ask me that.

He and Zoey had already reached the 'buying luxury real estate together' stage. What was the point of me continuing to sleep in this master bedroom?

My grip on the plastic bin tightened. Lowering my gaze, I replied in a frighteningly calm voice. "A month will be over in the blink of an eye. Besides, it's inappropriate for us to keep sharing a bed."

I tried to push past him, but he refused to budge. After a brief struggle, he suddenly leaned down. His gaze turned somber, his voice dangerously low. "We haven't signed the divorce papers yet. You're scrambling to rent an apartment and suddenly desperate to sleep in a separate bed. You wouldn't happen to have some other plans brewing, would you?"

Totally bewildered, I shot back, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"What is it supposed to mean?" Ferris's eyes dragged slowly down my body, lingering for a beat before returning to my face. "It's very simple. As long as you are Mrs. Sterling, you are expected to fulfill your marital duties. Understand?"

Our eyes locked. Only then did I realize he had been staring intently at my exposed neckline. I hurriedly reached up to pull my robe tighter, but his hand clamped around my wrist like a vice.

The fury vibrating in his voice was unmistakable. His oppressive dominance hung heavy in the air, making it hard to breathe.

Then the memory of him flirting with Zoey in the elevator flashed through my mind, twisting a knife in my chest. Is that why he rushed back to Eden Gardens so quickly? Because he couldn't bear to defile his precious Little Mischief?

The thought made me sick. I whipped my head back around to face him, snapping, "Aren't you afraid your little intern might smell another woman on you?"

The mere mention of Zoey worked instantly. The iron grip on my wrist loosened, and the dangerous edge in his eyes flickered, betraying a flash of hesitation.

He really did care about her. A sharp stab of agony pierced my heart. But before I could process it, he yanked me hard against his chest.

I stared up at him in shock. He gazed down at me, his voice eerily level. "A smart woman like you should know exactly what to say and what to keep to yourself, shouldn't you?"