The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 238

Before long, the living room was empty, save for Ferris and me.

Thinking about Lucille being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, and connecting it to the photo Ferris had forwarded her, I paused before saying, "If you have an issue in the future, you can communicate with me directly."

Dragging Lucille into this was nothing more than a power play to intimidate and control me.

"Communicate?" Ferris shot me a dark look, his voice dripping with venom. "Are you aware that your actions already constitute cheating? You'd be liable for breach of contract."

Listening to his furious tone and thinking about that harmless photo, I fired back, "Aren't you confused, Dr. Sterling? Adultery is defined by affairs, cohabitation, or bigamy. Please tell me which of those criteria that photo meets?"

Ferris choked on his words.

He didn't have a comeback.

Speaking of cheating, my mind went straight to his cozy little love nest with Zoey, where I was sure the evidence was far more damning.

And I hadn't even started causing trouble for him over that yet.

The fury of my period cramps fueled my fighting spirit entirely.

Since Ferris remained silent, I let the argument drop and headed into the bedroom.

I fully expected to hear the slam of the front door soon after, but to my absolute shock, I heard the rustle of the blankets being pulled back a moment later.

I snapped my eyes open in alarm, and sure enough, there was the man, lying right beside me.

There was barely four inches of space between us.

It wasn't too close, but it definitely wasn't far enough.

My heart began to race uncontrollably.

It was incredibly pathetic of me.

But I couldn't be blamed for overreacting. Based on his past behavior, Ferris should have stormed out in a fit of rage by now.

I figured it was the alcohol doing the heavy lifting.

I felt incredibly uneasy.

I remembered how, over the past two years, all I ever wanted was to share a bed with Ferris; but now that he was lying right beside me, I felt nothing but a suffocating tension and an indescribable sense of alienation.

We were married, supposedly sharing the most intimate bond two people could have, yet it felt as though an entire ocean lay between us, guaranteeing we would never truly reach each other's hearts.

Thankfully, the alcohol pulled Ferris to sleep long before I could drift off.

Hearing his steady breathing, I slowly rolled over, my eyes tracing the flawless lines of his face as I drifted into quiet thought.

It was the exact same face, so why didn't I feel that same flutter of affection anymore?

I slept terribly that night.

Dr. Logan even shot me a warning glance as he spoke.

I looked at Zoey, who was standing there with her head bowed, then at Dr. Logan, and finally heard Zelda chime in, "Exactly! Zoey makes amazing coffee. You really should give it a try."

Left with no choice, I forced myself to take a sip.

It was bone-chillingly cold.

I could hardly announce to the entire room that I was struggling with severe menstrual cramps.

"How is it, Selena? Is the taste okay?"

I looked into Zoey's eager eyes and was just about to answer when I caught sight of a figure approaching the door from the corner of my eye.

It was Ferris.

I let out a silent breath of relief, but a second later, I realized something was terribly wrong.

The Camel Cashmere Sweater Ferris was wearing today was the exact same design as the one I had on.

Panic spiked in my chest, and the very next second, Zelda gasped in dramatic disbelief. "Wait a minute, Selena. Your sweater... it looks exactly like Dr. Sterling's."

It wasn't just the same design—they were matching couples' sweaters.