The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 415

After speaking, I turned sideways to clear a path, signaling Ferris to leave quickly.

The girl was already suspicious of my relationship with Ferris. Now that she had caught him in my room, using Amber's excuse that he was here to visit me wouldn't dispel her doubts at all.

Explaining that Ferris came to borrow the bathroom sounded much more natural. This way, his concern for me was completely erased, leaving her with no reason to be suspicious.

I figured I was truly an understanding wife. Not only did I stand by and watch my husband be blissfully happy with his young lover, but I even actively protected their relationship.

Ferris ought to be grateful to me. Perhaps, seeing how cooperative I was, he would sign The Marital Dissolution Agreement without any hassle.

Sure enough, after my explanation, the displeasure in Zoey's eyes faded significantly. She immediately walked over and wrapped her arm around Ferris's. "So that's how it is. Let's go then, Ferris."

The young girl regained her sweet smile and turned to wave at me. "Then we won't interrupt you and Dr. Cross's sweet time together."

"Alright," I responded with a bright smile.

"Don't worry, we'll have a very sweet time," Caspian drawled lazily from behind me, his tone tinged with teasing.

The previously taut atmosphere instantly relaxed.

Strangely though, despite me bailing him out, Ferris didn't seem the least bit grateful. His face was thunderous, absolutely livid. Behind his glasses, there wasn't a single trace of the tenderness he had shown just ten minutes ago. Instead, his eyes churned with intense dissatisfaction and deep blame.

The speed at which his mood flipped sent a tremor through my heart, but I quickly brushed it off.

This was how it should be. This was how Ferris should treat me—consistently cold, sharp, disgusted, and sarcastic.

What happened ten minutes ago was merely my imagination. Just an illusion.

The meal obviously wasn't ordered by Amber either. So who ordered it?

"I ordered it." Ferris, who had already reached the opposite room with his arm still around Zoey, spoke up.

"Sir, this order was placed for room 1701. Your room is 1702..." The waiter was momentarily confused. He glanced at Ferris's room number and spoke softly.

An order for room 1701? I was even more confused.

"It's me," Ferris stated, his tone heavy with displeasure.

He paused, looking down at Zoey, who was nestled against him like a delicate little bird. A gentle smile spread across his handsome face as his tone became incredibly soft again. "You didn't seem to eat well today, so I ordered you a meal. Why don't you try the hotel chef's cooking?"