The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 454

It was Vivian's voice.

My mind finally snapped out of the chaotic haze. I hurriedly tore my gaze away from Ferris's abs and uncurled my fingers from the fabric of his shirt.

However, the second I let go, my body swayed, tumbling to the side.

Ferris's expression shifted. He scrambled to pull away from me, but just as I was about to slide off the couch and hit the floor, his long arm shot out, catching my shoulder just in time.

My cheek was pressed against the crook of his arm. A slight dip of my head brought me flush against his firm chest. His dry body heat mingled with the crisp scent of cedar, creating an intoxicating masculine aroma that sent an unstoppable flutter of heat through me, making my breathing quicken.

Everything about tonight felt wrong. First, Ferris was acting off, and now I was acting off.

Ferris seemed like he was drunk on bad liquor, actually questioning me during our fight if I truly meant to divorce him.

Ferris and I were clearly having a screaming match, and Vivian was right outside the door, yet I found myself getting flustered over his body.

But the lapse in sanity only lasted a second. I quickly turned my face away, scrambling up from the sofa and pulling myself out of Ferris's embrace.

The tension in the air was painfully awkward. I bolted into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath, my cheeks burning. I forced myself to sober up, heading into the walk-in closet to change and fix my hair.

My head throbbed. I splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom, staring blankly at my reflection in the mirror.

What did Ferris say during our argument just now?

He said he never signed The Marital Dissolution Agreement, that it wasn't his intention. He had grabbed me in a frenzy, called me a liar, and demanded to know if I genuinely wanted to divorce him...

I watched him disappear into the bedroom, completely clueless as to what had happened or why this mother and son were having such a nasty spat. Ferris had always been a dutiful son.

I took a seat on the couch. Vivian's face was thunderous. Her dark gaze swept over me, radiating authority, scrutiny, and a profound sense of suspicion.

"Mrs. Sterling, are you here to inform us about finalizing the divorce?" I wasn't used to her looking at me like that, nor did I like it, so I took the initiative to speak.

Vivian definitely didn't come all this way just for that. A trivial matter like that could be handled with a text or a call; there was no need to rush over in the middle of the night.

She was undoubtedly here at Eden Gardens tonight to look for Ferris.

But I needed to seize this chance to nail down a date with her. I refused to wait any longer.

"Don't you worry, the divorce is set in stone. You won't weasel your way out of it." Vivian raised an eyebrow, a mocking half-smile twisting her lips. The utter disdain and contempt in her eyes were overwhelming. "But before the divorce, we need to get the assets sorted out."