The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 453

All of Ferris's tenderness just now had been an act. Realizing force wouldn't work, he cooked me a meal to coax me. Once I was moved by his fake affection, he planned to force me to agree to his outrageous demands.

The corners of my lips curled up into a slow smile. Without saying a word, I turned sideways and brushed past his shoulder.

"Not Leon!" A large hand clamped tightly around my wrist. Ferris's deep voice pressed near my ear, laced with absolute authority. "You can't be with him. Stay away from him, he's about to..."

"Why can't I? Do I need to remind you, Dr. Sterling? We're about to get divorced. I'll be a free woman with the right to choose whoever I want. Just focus on yourself and your little girl." I violently shook off his hand and glared at him coldly over my shoulder. "You don't get to control me."

Ferris seemed taken aback by my gaze, his movements pausing for a fraction of a second. But it was only a second. The next moment, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. The world spun, and I crashed into a broad, solid chest, enveloped by that familiar, crisp scent of cedar.

"Why don't I get to control you? Selena, I am your husband. We aren't divorced yet. I'm the one who decides whether you have freedom or not!"

Domineering and arrogant, Ferris was completely enraged. He had lost control.

He was losing control for Zoey, right?

"Husband? My husband?" I snapped out of my brief panic, maintaining my composure. Pressing my palms against Ferris's chest, I put some distance between us. I stared at him, unable to stop myself from scoffing. "You have a terrible memory, Dr. Sterling. Did you forget you've already signed The Marital Dissolution Agreement? You're about to become someone else's husband."

You are not my husband anymore.

In reality, Ferris had long ceased to be my husband.

Or perhaps, I never really had him to begin with, and he never saw himself as my husband either.

Otherwise, how could he fall for someone else so easily and be with another woman without a second thought?

Fueled by agitation and anger, his breathing was heavy. His core muscles flexed and rippled rhythmically with every breath. Under the warm, hazy, and intoxicating lighting, it radiated an incredibly seductive tension.

Just at that moment, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed from the front door.

Ferris, still pinning me down, and I both jerked our heads up.

The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped inside, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight on the sofa.

Then, a loud clatter followed.

The figure ducked back out in a flash, leaving behind only one sentence: "Hurry, put your clothes on!"