The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 389

But he used to go with me to feed the strays. He always looked mildly annoyed, but he would patiently wait off to the side until I was done feeding and petting them. Then, he'd drag me home and meticulously sanitize my hands.

But that was a lifetime ago.

At least two years had passed since then. It felt like ancient history.

After a while, he wouldn't even go for walks with me anymore, let alone humor me while I fed the strays.

Having a cat in the house was out of the question.

"I've had it for three years," Ferris scoffed softly. "It was always so well-behaved. I thought it was genuine, but it turns out the obedience was just an act. Lately, it's been throwing tantrums, trying to run away, even looking for a new owner. I disciplined it, and it bit me."

What cat? He was talking about me.

He was reducing me to a stray he had kept for three years, accusing me of faking my submission before suddenly acting out, trying to escape to a new home, and lashing out at him.

Lashing out at him? He was the one viciously tearing my life apart!

He was the one demanding the divorce, shoving that brutal Marital Dissolution Agreement in my face and forcing me to sign! When I refused his absurd conditions, he punished me by degrading me!

Right next door to Maxwell's hospital room, he ripped my clothes off and took me aggressively, ignoring my pain and humiliation.

And now he had the nerve to play the victim, claiming I was the rabid one.

I ground my teeth, fighting the urge to scream at him. Then Zoey's voice drifted over. "I had no idea you owned a cat, Ferris. But why would it just start biting? Maybe it's sick. I can go with you to the vet to get it checked out if you want."

Such a sweet, caring girl. So eager to help him deal with his "sick pet."

"You can't keep a cat that bites. If it doesn't know who its master is, what's the point? I say you just get rid of it before it hurts you again," Zelda declared loudly, offering her unprompted advice.

In reality, he had already set the plan in motion.

He was already preparing to throw me away.

But the next second, Ferris's cold, chilling voice reached my ears. "Get rid of it? Absolutely not. It belongs to me. I would never let someone else have it."

"But Dr. Sterling, it drew blood! The bite was so deep!" Zelda practically yelled.

Leon chimed in with friendly concern. "Ferris, I love cats. Why don't you let me take it off your hands for a couple of days? Maybe it's just stressed, and a change of scenery would do it some good."

A dark, menacing sneer laced Ferris's words. "A little bite won't kill me, and I certainly won't hand it over to anyone. As for its rebellious streak? I'll break it out of her, inch by inch."

"Until she learns how to be perfectly obedient again."