The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 482

The living room at four in the morning was dead silent.

I sat in the stillness as exhaustion washed over me again. Setting my phone aside, I curled into the corner of the sofa and drifted off.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Even though the balcony curtains were drawn, bright rays of light filtered through, filling the room with a brilliant glow.

A sense of dread hit me. I had overslept. My sleep had been terrible lately, leaving me lethargic yet unable to rest deeply, and now I felt like I was going to be late.

But as I sat up, a mouthwatering aroma wafted through the air.

The smell of eggs and scallions.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the kitchen. Ferris walked toward me, a plate in his hands.

Omelets and savory porridge—the most standard homemade breakfast. What wasn't standard, however, was the apron tied around his waist.

It was my pink apron, the one I had worn for three years whenever I cooked for him.

Seeing it on Ferris was jarring. Because it was my size, it fit him snugly, and the delicate pink hue gave him a clumsily endearing, domestic vibe.

It made the entire scene feel entirely surreal.

The unreality of last night was bleeding right into today.

It felt unreal when Ferris held me as we slept, and the clothes drying on the balcony felt just as impossible. Now, at this hour, he was actually home, making breakfast.

Seeing me sit up on the sofa, he greeted me smoothly. "You're up? Perfect timing. Breakfast is ready. Go wash up and let's eat."

After brushing my teeth, changing clothes, and getting ready, I hurried toward the door. As I passed the living room, Ferris called out softly, "Selena, aren't you going to eat?"

His eyes were full of expectation, his tone laced with a nervous apprehension. He looked so cautious, as if terrified I would reject him.

For a split second, my heart genuinely softened. But it was only a second. I looked at him calmly and kept my voice perfectly flat. "Don't waste your energy, Dr. Sterling. I won't agree to your demands. If you don't want to waste your own time or keep that young woman waiting, you should finalize the divorce paperwork with me as soon as possible."

Ferris's smile froze. The warmth in his eyes slowly iced over. "You still want a divorce?"

"Don't tell me you don't want one?" I countered.

His lips parted, but I didn't give him the chance to speak. "Let's not waste any more of our time. Our three-year agreement has run its course. Ending it early is best for both of us."