The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 341

He couldn't possibly be by my side.

Whatever. Whoever it was, I just needed to sleep.

But...

"My head is killing me," I mumbled, letting out a trembling groan.

A tall man leaned over and crouched beside me. Fingers pressed against my scalp and temples, massaging with the perfect amount of pressure.

Phew, that felt so much better...

I closed my eyes again, relishing this rare moment of relief after hours of agonizing pain, and hummed in satisfaction. "Nice technique. Hey, buddy, what's your number? I'll request you next time."

I was delirious. I couldn't even remember where I had taken a cab to after leaving The Nocturne Lounge.

Did I go back to Eden Gardens, or did I end up at a massage parlor?

Otherwise, why would a man be turning off the lights and massaging my head?

With such skilled and comforting hands, it had to be a top-tier professional.

I must be at a spa.

Convinced of this, I lazily added, "By the way, just leave when I fall asleep. I'll crash here for the night and settle the bill in the morning."

"...The bill?" This time, the voice came from right above me, and the tone had shifted entirely. "What do you take me for?"

What did I take him for? It was just a massage. He provided a service, and I paid the bill. Wasn't that how it worked? Why did he sound so offended?

I gasped. The moment his fingers stopped, my temples throbbed violently again. Unable to bear the pain, I reached out and tugged at his fingers. "Don't stop. Keep going."

His hands were soft but had faint calluses. Odd. Why did the texture and warmth feel so exactly like Ferris's?

I had definitely drunk too much. I was hallucinating, actually imagining the man in front of me was him.

But that didn't stop me from taking the opportunity to vent. I suddenly reached up, pinched his cheeks, and pulled hard enough to distort his handsome features. Glaring at him, I cursed furiously, "Ferris, you absolute bastard!"

Whether from the pain or the sheer shock of being pinched and cursed at, his pupils contracted sharply. Looking deeply displeased, he furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to say something.

But I was faster, immediately slapping my hand over his mouth. Staring at this face that felt carved from my very soul, my eyes welled with tears. My vision blurred, and a sob unconsciously slipped into my voice. "Jerk. You jerk who only knows how to bully me! I don't want to love you anymore! I don't want you anymore!"

It was true.

Ferris was a bastard.

I didn't want to love him anymore.

And I didn't want him anymore.