The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 391

She moved a bit too fast, her foot slipping. She was about to fall.

Thankfully, she caught Ferris in time, her entire weight pressing against his arm.

Ferris paused, his long arm wrapping around Zoey, pulling her firmly into his embrace. "Why are you so careless?"

It all happened in a flash, yet it looked entirely natural.

Zoey looked up from his arms, her voice soft and pitiful. "I'm sorry, Ferris. I was in such a rush to catch up with you..."

Before she could finish, Ferris moved.

He bent down, sweeping Zoey up into his arms in a fluid bridal carry.

Even from a distance, I could see his face clearly. He looked down at her, his expression brimming with profound tenderness and absolute indulgence. "Silly girl, you don't need to chase me."

Zelda's loud voice immediately chimed in. "Director Sterling really spoils Zoey! He treats her like she's spun glass."

Yes, he really did spoil her.

The sight made my chest ache, and I quickly looked away, unable to mask the suffocating wave of despair.

He told her she didn't need to chase him.

Because he would always stop for her. He would always give her his undivided devotion.

Such overwhelming tenderness.

How could I have ever doubted that Ferris truly accepted Zoey? It was obvious he loved her deeply.

Perhaps the young woman had just been overly sensitive, magnifying a moment of his distraction. She had gotten drunk and cried, claiming Ferris didn't like her.

I waved goodbye to Amber and headed back toward the hotel with Leon. Just before we reached the elevators, Leon's phone rang.

It was Mrs. Lennox. I could vaguely hear the urgency in her voice. Leon frowned, looking displeased but keeping his patience. "Mom, please don't force me. I don't want to..."

The call seemed important. As a friend, it wasn't appropriate for me to hover.

I gestured to him to keep talking and signaled that I would head up first.

Looking utterly helpless and conflicted, Leon gave me a nod, and I stepped into the elevator.

Just as the doors closed, Vivian called me.

Her tone was as cold and imperious as ever, carrying an undeniable command. "The Marital Dissolution Agreement is ready. Come back and sign it."