The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 232

He immediately asked the driver to pull over.

"I'll be right back," he told me. "Give me just a minute."

My period had come on so suddenly, leaving my lower abdomen feeling heavy and bloated; combined with the terrifying elevator incident earlier today, my limbs felt completely drained of energy, and even speaking was exhausting, so I just gave him a weak nod.

Leon was true to his word and rushed back in no time, holding a shopping bag in his left hand and a thermos in his right, which he gently passed to me.

"I asked the staff at the store for some hot water," Leon said, pointing to the thermos. "It's a warm ginger infusion. Check the temperature first."

I looked at him in disbelief, then down at the thermos in my hands, and carefully twisted the cap.

The cap had already been loosened for me.

As the warm liquid slid down my throat and settled in my stomach, the bone-deep chill shivering through me finally eased; my body felt much better, but the lump in my throat only grew heavier.

Eight years. I had known Ferris for eight years, including three years of marriage, yet I had never once received a comforting drink from his hands.

But today, Leon was the one paying meticulous attention to my needs.

"Your apartment is just around the next corner," Leon said, breaking the silence, perhaps sensing my embarrassment. "I don't know much about feminine products, but I bought a few different types so you can pick whatever works best."

I nodded, my face flushing with embarrassment.

I was so flustered that by the time I grabbed the bag and headed upstairs, I completely forgot to even thank him.

After freshening up and changing into clean clothes, I sluggishly climbed into bed; the sheer exhaustion of the day weighed my eyelids down, and within moments, I drifted into a deep sleep.

That was, until a harsh ringtone jolted me awake.

I rubbed my bleary eyes, and when I focused on the screen, I realized it was a video call.

From... Ferris?

"Have you lost your mind lately, Selena?" Ferris sneered, his voice laced with unprovoked anger. "Do you really think your little tricks are enough to get you into the Lennox family?"

This wasn't the first time Ferris had said something like this.

He always acted as if my ultimate goal in life was simply to marry someone wealthy.

"That is my private business, and it doesn't concern you."

I didn't hold back my retort.

On the screen, Ferris's brows pulled together fiercely. He worked his jaw and demanded, "So you slept with him?"

My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the phone screen in absolute shock, my hands gripping the sheets tightly before letting go; it felt as though a lump of cotton was lodged in my throat, preventing me from making a single sound.

After a long pause, Ferris spoke again. "Perfect. It seems you haven't forgotten the fact that we are still married. Let me make this clear: don't even think about pulling any dirty tricks. You know how much I despise filth."