The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 425

My mind went completely blank as that familiar, dreamlike sensation washed over me again.

I was locked in Ferris's embrace, his chin resting against the top of my head, our bodies pressed tightly together. I could even feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his breathing deepened, suggesting he had already fallen asleep.

"Ferris, let go of me." I shifted my body, trying to break free from his hold.

But he only held me tighter, his voice laced with profound exhaustion yet carrying a tender indulgence. "Be good, don't fuss. Let me hold you for a while."

My heart gave a jolt, inadvertently softening at his words.

It had been a long time since I'd heard him call me that. How long had it been? Probably two years?

During our first year of marriage, Ferris would call me that, tenderly and affectionately urging me to be good, coaxing me to eat with him, walk with him, sleep with him. In moments of passion, he would call me that, sweet-talking me into trying new positions and taking us both to the peak of pleasure.

But now, it had been a very long time since we'd shared that kind of tenderness.

That single phrase triggered a flood of memories in my mind, halting my struggles as the tension left my body.

Ferris's breathing grew even longer and steadier. He seemed truly exhausted, having fallen asleep in mere moments.

I looked up at him. Without his glasses, his striking brow bone looked even more defined, his thick eyelashes resting against his luminous skin. Yet, his dark eyebrows were knitted tightly together, as if he was exhausted and grappling with an unsolvable problem.

I couldn't help but reach up to smooth out the crease between his brows. My fingertips trailed down from his brow, tracing the line of his nose, his cheekbones, and his lips, stirring up a mixture of tenderness and helplessness within me.

Having loved Ferris for eight years, his face was carved deep into my heart. I was so intimately familiar with every feature, and I loved every part of it.

I stared at his face for a long time, my heart racing with doubt and my thoughts growing increasingly chaotic.

By the time I woke up again, it was broad daylight.

Ferris was nowhere to be seen in the bed.

Once I got up, I realized the house was completely silent, indicating he had already left.

It was to be expected. Ferris had simply been too tired last night. He had probably mistaken me for Zoey, which was why he had held me in his arms all night.

I got ready for work, but just as I walked into the living room, my eye twitched, and I quickly rushed over to the couch.