The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 390

He wouldn't let anyone else have me.

As for my rebellion, he would crush it out of me, inch by inch.

He spoke so casually, as if discussing the weather, but the sinister undercurrent sent violent shudders through my entire body.

He knew I was watching. His pitch-black eyes fixed on mine through the leaves, drowning me in an ocean of suffocating dominance.

I snapped my head away, yet despite being submerged in the steaming thermal waters, my blood ran ice cold.

He wasn't going to let me go.

He sure as hell wasn't going to let me move on with another man.

He wouldn't grant me this divorce unless...

Unless I surrendered completely and accepted his humiliating terms.

But who the hell did he think he was? Did he really believe that because I had loved him for so long and tolerated all his abuse, he could just keep walking all over me? I was finally leaving him, and he still wouldn't let me leave in peace. He was determined to force me into signing my life away!

Beneath the water, I clenched and unclenched my fists repeatedly. Amber paddled over and linked her arm through mine. "You look pale. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." I snapped back to reality, forcing a tight smile for her.

"Are you getting dizzy from the heat? The water is pretty hot, and you're so tiny. You might be having a blood sugar drop," the head nurse said with genuine concern. Then she yelled over the bushes. "Leon! Stop talking to Dr. Sterling about cats! Your girl is about to pass out. Get over here and grab her!"

I was perfectly fine; I wasn't dizzy in the slightest. The head nurse was just being overly dramatic.

But her loud shout of "your girl is passing out" worked like a charm, instantly summoning Leon.

Thankfully, Leon was quite tall. I hadn't realized it until now, but his physique was actually incredibly solid. He wasn't visibly shredded like Ferris, but he was perfectly proportioned and strong. Cradled against him, even my five-foot-seven frame felt wonderfully delicate.

He shielded me with effortless ease.

But breaking through the cheerful laughter, someone's confused voice rang out. "Dr. Sterling, where are you going? You just got in. Don't tell me you're getting dizzy, too?"

"I'm exhausted. I'm going back to my room," Ferris snapped, his voice sharp and arctic.

The sheer hostility in his tone immediately killed the laughter around the pool.

I peeked over Leon's shoulder, just in time to see Ferris climb out of the water. His expression was murderous as he threw a towel over himself and stormed back the way we came.

"Ferris, wait for me! I'll go with you!" Zoey scrambled out of the pool and chased after him.