The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 200

My heart began to hammer violently in my chest. Frowning, I tried to push him away in rejection, but Ferris asked, "Honey, you haven't been home for days. Didn't you miss me?"

There was an unmistakable hint of a pout in his voice.

Given the absolute mental exhaustion I had endured over the past few days, I genuinely hadn't had a single second to miss him.

My only instinct was to break free from his embrace.

Ferris sensed my resistance. He buried his nose in my hair, his tone turning into a soft coax. "Be good, Selena. Can you please stop being mad?"

His constant use of the word 'Honey' absolutely infuriated me.

I had no idea what kind of game he was playing.

But I couldn't match his physical strength.

I had to outsmart him. "The floor is freezing. You need to get up first, Ferris."

"My wife always cares about me," Ferris murmured happily, loosening his grip just enough. "Let's go to the couch."

Frustrated, I sat up and watched him struggle to push himself off the floor. Giving in with a sigh, I helped him up.

We practically collapsed together onto the sofa.

Ferris rested his face against my shoulder. The soft ends of his hair brushed against my cheek, tickling my skin like a feather brushing over my heart.

Annoyed, I turned my face away. Remembering why I came, I cut straight to the chase. "You said you had something to tell me. What is it?"

"Honey, why aren't you looking at me when you talk?" Ferris lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. "You always used to look at me..."

Stunned, I met his gaze. As our eyes locked, I swore I saw a flicker of genuine sorrow in his dark depths.

"Is the alcohol too strong?" he asked when I didn't answer. "I know you hate it when I drink. But if I didn't drink today, I wouldn't have been able to get the information you wanted..."

Every time he called me 'Honey,' it felt like salt being poured into a fresh wound.

It was a sweet, tender term he had only ever used during the honeymoon phase of our marriage.

"What information?" I asked, suppressing my emotions and pretending not to care.

Had the alcohol completely scrambled his brain? Had he forgotten that the love and intimacy between us had shattered long ago?

To my surprise, the man quickly fell asleep.

It seemed he really had drank a lot tonight.

I draped a blanket over him and walked over to the window, staring out silently. I had a sinking feeling that the Thorne Logistics case wasn't going to end easily, especially since the Thorne Family was pulling the strings in the shadows.

Those exhausted drivers were clearly being manipulated. The company exploited them mercilessly, but they also paid them well enough to buy their silence. Getting them to testify in court was going to be nearly impossible.

I had hoped that exposing this would clear my name and let me return to my residency, but now, my future felt darker than ever.

The road ahead was completely uncertain.

It was another sleepless night.

At five in the morning, exhaustion finally dragged my eyelids shut. But just minutes later, I was jolted awake by a call from Lucille.

"Selena, what is going on? I thought you fixed the problem yesterday! Why is Thorne Logistics suing you for defamation?"