The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 435

He leaned in, bringing the glass to my lips. His mouth parted slightly as he spoke in a ridiculously soft tone. "Selena, drink some water."

Ferris was undeniably blessed in the looks department. He wasn't in his scrubs today, but dressed in his own clothes. He wore a dark gray suit layered under a black overcoat, the somber tones making his features look sharp and unyielding. But a beam of morning sunlight streamed through the hospital window, landing perfectly on his face and softening his cold exterior. The golden glow cast a warm, orange hue over his handsome profile. He raised an eyebrow slightly, and behind those silver-rimmed glasses, his striking eyes were filled with nothing but tenderness.

Tenderness, and deep remorse.

I had just woken up, and my brain was still foggy. Staring at his suddenly gentle expression, I froze in utter confusion.

Was this tenderness and guilt actually real?

Or was it all in my head?

Maybe the morning sunlight was just setting an illusion, playing tricks on my eyes.

I raised my hand and gently, but firmly, pushed the glass away.

It turned out Lucille wasn't the only actor today—Ferris was putting on a show too.

I had absolutely zero interest in playing along with either of them.

"Selena, what is wrong with you? Ferris is trying to make peace, and you're still giving him the cold shoulder? Come on, drink. Your voice is completely hoarse. Wet your throat," Lucille nagged, totally immersed in her role. Since I refused to read my lines, she picked up the slack, grabbing the glass from Ferris and aggressively shoving it into my hands.

She even made sure to shoot Ferris a reassuring smile. "Ferris, don't mind her. Selena is just feeling a bit wronged and throwing a little tantrum. She just needs some coaxing."

"I don't mind at all." Ferris wasn't angry in the slightest. He chuckled, the sound low and soothing. "Be good, Selena. It's perfectly fine to be mad at your husband, just don't let it ruin your health."

I knew exactly what she was trying to do.

The Marital Dissolution Agreement had exposed Ferris's massive portfolio of real estate, commercial properties, and millions of dollars in savings. That kind of wealth was more than enough to seduce Lucille into changing her mind about our divorce.

Now, she was desperately trying to play matchmaker and force us back together.

She was so incredibly naive.

But I refused to watch these two play dumb and act out this charade any longer. Taking a deep breath, I looked up, locking eyes with Ferris and his gaze full of fake tenderness, faux guilt, and a hint of pathetic pandering.

"We've both already signed The Marital Dissolution Agreement. Tell me, Mr. Sterling, when exactly are we going to finalize this divorce?"