The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 231

I also publicly criticized Ferris Sterling in front of all the guests.

This move clearly stunned everyone in attendance.

Ferris likely hadn't expected me to do something so bold either, and a rare crack finally appeared in his usually impenetrable, dark gaze.

Just then, Zoey Zeller, who was standing nearby, chimed in, "Selena, with so many people watching, couldn't we discuss this in private?"

Her tone was pleading, making her sound incredibly understanding and considerate.

After all, she wasn't the one who had just been humiliated.

It felt as though if I said another word, I would be the one deliberately stirring up trouble.

I glanced at Dr. Howard Warren, whose mouth was bruised, and thinking about the wine thrown and his blatant harassment, I calmly replied, "If they aren't embarrassed to act like that in public, why should I be afraid to speak up? Since there are friends from the press here today, Dr. Warren, would you like me to announce exactly what you just did in front of everyone?"

Dr. Warren obviously didn't expect me to be so unyielding, and his arrogant demeanor faltered; just as I was about to expose his vile actions, Ferris suddenly interrupted, "Enough. Haven't you caused enough of a scene, Dr. Hayes? If you're drunk, go rest!"

After saying that, he signaled a waiter to escort me to a room.

I didn't move.

As my gaze landed on Ferris's face, a suffocating wave of anger washed over me.

We were married—even if it was just an agreement on paper, we had shared a bed and a life; so why, in a situation like this, did he choose to sweep everything under the rug without even asking for my side of the story?

What did I even mean to him?

In Ferris's eyes, who exactly was Selena Hayes?

"Selena," the girl's soft, sweet voice rang out again, oozing with false sympathy. "You should go rest first."

I stared at her youthful face, feeling so hollow that I couldn't even shed a tear.

I was completely physically and emotionally exhausted.

I initially thought the shaking was just an adrenaline crash from surviving the ordeal, but as a dull ache began radiating through my lower abdomen, it suddenly hit me—my period had started early.

A cold sweat broke out across my forehead, and despite my best efforts to hide it, Leon noticed my discomfort.

"Are you having stomach pains, Dr. Hayes?" Leon asked nervously from the seat beside me. "Is it something you ate? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"

Hearing his panicked tone, I quickly stopped him. "No, no, I'm fine, it's just..."

I swallowed the rest of the sentence.

It wasn't exactly something I felt comfortable discussing with a male friend like Leon.

But perhaps thanks to his instincts as a doctor, Leon met my eyes and immediately a look of sudden realization washed over his face.