The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 424

The moment Ferris stepped closer, my heart nearly stopped beating.

Under the bright lights, the sharp angles of his face were cast in stark relief. His prominent brow bone was furrowed tightly, and beneath his silver-rimmed glasses, his striking gaze swam with unmistakable displeasure. "Why are you sleeping out here?"

"I..." Why was that his first question?

I froze for a split second, but Ferris's arms were already reaching out. One hand gently wrapped around my waist while the other slid behind my knees. I suddenly felt weightless, and by the time I snapped back to reality, I was already secured against his broad, solid chest, the blanket slipping off my body and the document tumbling from the couch to the floor.

"Ferris, what are you doing?" I couldn't grasp his intentions.

But he didn't answer my question. He carried me straight toward the bedroom, his handsome face remaining stern, the dissatisfaction and reproach in his eyes deepening. "You were burning up with a fever last night, and today you're sleeping on the couch with such a thin blanket. Do you have a death wish?"

I surely hadn't woken up yet; otherwise, how could I be dreaming?

Or maybe I had misheard him. Though his tone was laced with irritation and blame, his words actually sounded like he cared.

He was checking on my well-being, worried that I would catch another cold and spike a fever.

I blinked hard, confirming that I wasn't seeing things and that the man in front of me was truly Ferris.

But why would he care about or worry over me? He had always despised me, and we were already on the brink of divorce.

Why would he do this?

I was still reeling in shock and confusion as Ferris carried me into the bedroom and efficiently tucked me into bed. His movements were swift but not rough; in fact, there was a meticulous gentleness to the way he smoothed out the edges of the duvet.

By the time I registered what was happening, I was lying flat under the soft covers, and Ferris had stepped out, leaving me alone in the bedroom with my mind buzzing.

Yet, he was clearly intending to stay home, and specifically, to sleep right next to me.

"Where else would I sleep?" Ferris shot back with a frown.

That was true.

This was his house, and even the bed we were on had been bought by him. It was perfectly reasonable for him to want to sleep here after coming home.

But I had the choice not to sleep here.

However, before I could sit up, a firm arm slid smoothly under my neck. The arm curled inward, pulling me right back into a warm, resilient embrace after I had just been pushed aside.