The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 332

The private room was named Cloud Mirage, a beautiful name. Following the signs, I pushed the door open, only to be greeted by the sight of my husband, Ferris Sterling, intimately pressed against his precious favorite, Zoey Zeller.

To be exact, Zoey was practically melting into his embrace.

Ferris had his arm draped around her shoulders, and from my angle, his lips seemed to be brushing against her ear.

My footsteps came to a dead halt. The blood rushed to my head, my heart seemed to stutter in my chest, and my body rooted itself to the spot.

I had seen Ferris stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Zoey before. I had seen him shield her defensively, and I had even personally driven them to a date. I had stood outside their love nest, watching the lights turn on in their apartment.

I could easily imagine what happened behind closed doors.

But this was the first time I was seeing their intimacy with my own eyes.

They were kissing.

Zoey had excellent peripheral vision. She spotted me standing in the doorway immediately and panicked, scrambling out of Ferris's arms with a flushed face. "Selena, it's not what you think! The clasp on my necklace suddenly came undone, and Ferris was just helping me fix it."

Her round, almond eyes swam with manufactured anxiety.

There was absolutely no need for her to explain, especially not to me.

Because she owed me nothing.

The only person who truly needed to explain himself to me was my husband, Ferris.

But Ferris offered no explanation. He simply reached out and gently smoothed the collar of the younger girl's shirt. "There you go."

Only then did he turn his gaze to me. His dark, predatory eyes were completely flat, treating what had just happened as the most mundane occurrence in the world. His tone was utterly indifferent. "Take a seat."

I sat diagonally across from her, giving me a perfect view of the radiant smile she directed at Ferris. Her sparkling eyes, her sweet, bashful grin—the way she looked at him was practically oozing with desire.

Though Ferris only gave a low hum of acknowledgment, he didn't avoid her gaze in the slightest. He looked down and circled a few more items on the menu.

The suffocating wave of despair I had just barely managed to suppress surged back up. A familiar, hollow ache blossomed in my chest. I quickly turned my head away, digging my fingers into my palm as I pressed my hand over my heart.

I couldn't look anymore.

If I kept watching, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sit through this dinner.

My husband had just kissed his favorite girl right in front of me, and now he was openly flirting with her. To me, it was pure humiliation, absolute torture.

As the dishes began arriving at the table, Ferris's phone rang. He didn't step out to take it. I could hear Leon's amused voice through the receiver. "Ferris, are you at The Velvet Hearth? I saw your car parked out front. Which private room are you guys in? I'll come crash."