The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 308

To prove my innocence, I signed my name on a blank sheet of paper, just to show her how determined I was to get this divorce.

I never expected Ferris to come home right at that moment.

Turning around, I saw the tall man walk in, bringing the bleak chill of the Port Capital winter night with him. His silver-rimmed glasses gleamed, but his beautiful, predatory eyes were dark and unreadable.

Seeing him, Vivian immediately stood up, her tone full of concern. "Ferris, how did the investigation go?"

"Don't worry. The hiring process was completely legitimate and compliant. Everything was done by the book. Once they finish the review, the results will speak for themselves. It's not a big issue." Ferris's expression was calm. The way he took off his coat was as elegant as ever, and his voice held its usual unshakeable composure.

It sounded as if the suspension hadn't affected him in the slightest.

The anxiety that had been gnawing at me finally eased a little.

But only a little. It didn't entirely disappear.

Because Vivian quickly turned the topic back to me. "You're back just in time. We've been raising a traitor in our house. She's incredibly stubborn and absolutely refuses to admit she was the one who reported you."

She threw a sideways glare at me. "Thank goodness Ferris has nothing to hide. Even with all your scheming, it's totally useless! Don't even dream of taking an extra dime from the Sterlings!"

I had lost all desire to speak.

Ferris had nothing to hide, and neither did I. I had already proven my resolve through my actions. As for explanations, I wouldn't utter another word.

Ferris finally looked at me. He lifted his gaze, his dark eyes like a bottomless pool, incredibly deep yet entirely still.

But I couldn't stop my fingers from curling into a fist. A suffocating tightness gripped my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

I thought I was calm enough, thought I had accepted everything. But facing his bottomless, dark gaze, I still couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous tension.

I didn't care what Vivian thought, but...

Did Ferris also believe I was the one who reported him?

He had already agreed to have Counselor Winston draft the agreement last time; the timing just hadn't worked out. Now that all this had happened, he definitely believed I was the whistleblower, so of course he'd sign the divorce papers without a second thought.

I forced myself to stand tall as I heard Ferris showing Vivian to the door. "It's late. You should go home and rest."

On her way out, she didn't forget to remind him. "Ferris, don't drag this out. The sooner, the better."

By the time Ferris returned, I had already retreated to the walk-in closet, taking off my lab coat to prepare for a shower.

I was freezing. The chill ran bone-deep, making my knees weak. I just wanted to submerge myself in hot water to ease the agonizing ache radiating from my core.

But before I could even hang up my coat, a shadow fell over me. The man's cold, deep voice drifted down from above, dripping with pure sarcasm. "Is Dr. Hayes in that much of a rush? You couldn't even wait fifteen days? Couldn't even spare the time to change out of your work clothes before rushing home to divorce me?"

His tone was entirely devoid of its earlier calm. He spoke so rapidly that beneath the thick sarcasm, I could clearly feel his smoldering anger.

My hand froze mid-air. I gripped the hanger so tightly my knuckles turned white, unable to stop my trembling.