The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 343

Last night, I had pinched that face—the one that looked exactly like Ferris—and cried, telling him I didn't want him anymore. After that, I seemed to have been pulled into an embrace and carried into the bathroom.

Looking at that face, I had sobbed uncontrollably, my emotions entirely unhinged because he looked so much like Ferris.

In my memory, the man held me tightly, bathed me, and gently called my name, Selena.

Was it a dream or reality?

I looked down, still able to smell the fragrance on my skin. Even my loose hair was completely clean. It seemed someone really had bathed me last night.

But this was Eden Gardens. The only people who lived here were me and Ferris. If someone carried me into the bathroom and washed me, it could only be my husband, Ferris.

But how could that man possibly be Ferris?

It couldn't be him.

Ferris's gentleness didn't belong to me. He wouldn't softly call me Selena. Well, no, he used to be gentle. During our first year of marriage, he treated me quite well. We had shared romantic baths, and he had carefully washed me, even meticulously blow-drying my hair afterward.

But that was in the past. Over the last two years, his attitude toward me had hit rock bottom. Let alone drying my hair, he barely even came home.

Lately, the coldness had only intensified. He rarely returned, and when he addressed me, he didn't even bother with a polite 'Dr. Hayes.' He used my full name, full of resentment and anger: Selena Hayes.

Because he had found the love of his life, Zoey. He had given all his tenderness to her.

So, last night's memory had to be a dream. I drank so much that I hallucinated, imagining Ferris had come home and gently bathed me.

"Pathetic," I smacked my forehead and cursed myself in a low whisper.

Our marriage had deteriorated to this point, our emotional connection long frozen over. Why did I still conjure up these pathetic fantasies when I was drunk?

The door to Silas's hospital room was open, and a sickly sweet voice drifted out. "Your post-op recovery is going exceptionally well. All your vitals are perfect. Congratulations, Mr. Lowell. You can transition to a normal diet starting today."

"But we still can't be careless. You need to rest in the hospital, and let me know immediately if you feel any discomfort," followed a deep, steady voice.

It was a familiar voice. So familiar it made my heart skip a beat.

I looked up and saw a tall, lean figure.

It was Ferris.

Hearing our footsteps at the door, he turned to look. His dark, predatory gaze lit up for a fraction of a second when he saw me, but quickly darkened as his thick brows pulled into a harsh frown.

Following his line of sight, I looked down and saw Leon's hand firmly gripping my sleeve.