The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 295

I stared blankly at the words "The Lennox Manor."

In all of Port Capital, there were only a handful of places that could bear such a name. But to be situated in such a serene yet central location, maintaining this rich architectural charm, meant it could only belong to one family: the Lennox family, one of The Founding Four.

But the Lennox family was incredibly prestigious. Ferris and I had an agreement; in our three years of marriage, he had never taken me to any high-end social gatherings. Surely he wouldn't recklessly bring me to network at a place like this tonight, right?

If my guess was correct, this was most likely where Leon's family lived. Ferris had gone out of his way to hide the fact that we were married, so he certainly wouldn't expose his own identity now, would he?

A cloud of doubt hovered in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

"Is there a problem?"

His arrogant voice reached my ears. I looked up slightly, my gaze landing on Ferris's unfazed expression. I asked in confusion, "Is there some sort of event tonight?"

Ferris shot me a faint glance and sneered, "You're so smart, Selena. Why don't you guess?"

He was deliberately keeping me in the dark.

My eyes fell on the antique ornament cradled in the driver's hands. I was certain there was a party at The Lennox Manor tonight. And for Ferris to gift such an expensive item in a rosewood box, the recipient was obviously not a peer. I guessed the star of tonight's event had to be an elder of the Lennox family.

"Since you're so eager to know the answer, why don't we go inside and see."

Ferris continued to keep me in suspense. After dropping that sentence, he strode forward. Looking at his broad back, my anxiety only grew.

He took two steps, stopped, and looked back at me standing frozen in place. He snapped, "What, you don't seem very willing?"

I naturally wouldn't back out of a deal I had agreed to, but Ferris's constant evasiveness made me highly alert. I had no idea what he was plotting.

My hesitation was immediately noticed by Ferris. His jawline tightened, a flash of displeasure crossing his dark eyes as he mocked, "We haven't walked through the main doors yet. If this is too hard for you, you can always go home right now."

As we turned into a corridor, I noticed waiters carrying champagne trays hurrying past with lowered heads. Everyone here seemed to know exactly who Ferris was.

"Careful."

The deep voice suddenly froze in the air. I hastily stopped in my tracks, my nose barely grazing his folded shirt cuff. The scent of cedarwood mixed with ambergris washed over me. When he turned around, the obsidian tie clip flashed in the dim light, reflecting my panicked expression as I looked up.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" He lowered his gaze to my white knuckles gripping my clutch, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What are you thinking about?"

The back of my ears instantly burned. I steadied myself and apologized, "I'm sorry."

He suddenly leaned in, his breath brushing against my trembling eyelashes as he voiced his dissatisfaction. "I asked for a date, not a little minion."

When our eyes met, I saw the clear annoyance in his gaze, and in that instant, I understood what he meant.