The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 447

Amber nodded. "Alright, next time then. I'll make sure to book you in advance!"

Marcus opened the door for her, and she climbed into the passenger seat, rolling down the window to wave goodbye.

Watching their car pull away, a deep sense of envy washed over me.

A good relationship made a person thrive. Amber looked so blissful in love, radiating pure happiness. Because she felt so secure, she was relaxed, vibrant, and fiercely outspoken. She wasn't even afraid to stand up to Ferris and Zoey Zeller.

Unlike me. After six years of unrequited love and three years of marriage, I had only ever felt small and insignificant. My husband hadn't given me love, nor had he given me confidence. Instead, he constantly sided with his little mistress, forcing me to apologize.

And now, even as we were finalizing the divorce, Ferris still wouldn't let me go. He had to do one last thing for the woman he was about to bring home.

That was exactly why he had wired me billions of dollars.

He was sending a clear message: even though he had agreed to the divorce terms Vivian presented, he still expected me to abide by his unreasonable demand.

He wanted me to promise that I would never date or marry again, and more importantly, that I would stay far away from any man named Lennox or Cross.

But I refused.

Once I was a fair distance from the hospital, I pulled out my phone and dialed Ferris.

He must have been waiting for my call. He answered on the first ring, his voice low and soft. "Are you off work? Don't eat out, I—"

"What is the meaning of this money?" I cut him off, having zero interest in his small talk.

Did he think he could just force a transaction on me? I would never agree.

"Selena, you need the money. You have so many responsibilities right now. Everything requires cash," Ferris sighed softly, his tone strangely calm.

Ferris had an incredibly magnetic voice. When he lowered it, it took on a warm, velvety texture that sounded almost like he was coaxing me.

It was dangerously deceptive. Right now, hearing that gentle cadence, I could almost mistake it for affection.

As if he genuinely cared about me. As if he was actually worried I'd struggle financially.

He used that same dark, velvet tone again. "Be good. Don't be stubborn. Just take it."