The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 532

My footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

The twenty-seven days Ferris mentioned referred to the end of our 30-Day Mandatory Cooling-Off Period, the day we could finally get our divorce papers.

It had absolutely nothing to do with what we were discussing right now.

But he certainly wasn't bringing it up for no reason.

I turned around, meeting those dark eyes hidden behind his silver-rimmed glasses.

"Dr. Hayes, reconsider. Blowing this up won't reflect well on you either. Shall we negotiate?" Ferris's thick brows remained furrowed, and his tone was still sincere, as if he were still pleading. Yet, beneath it all, his gaze was filled with cold detachment and the calm certainty of victory.

This wasn't a sincere request at all; he was threatening me.

If I didn't give him what he wanted today, he would interfere with the divorce and prevent me from getting what I wanted.

The coldness in his eyes was his way of saying he was fully capable of doing just that.

Ferris indeed had that power. He knew the people around me like the back of his hand, and he knew exactly how to use them to keep me in line.

People like Lucille Lowell, Sabrina Hayes, and most importantly, Maxwell.

I could afford not to care about anything else in my life, but I couldn't ignore them.

"What's there to negotiate? Are you done, Ferris? Can't you see she needs rest..." Leon wore a dark scowl, his tone growing even more displeased.

Before he could finish, I gently pressed my fingers against his wrist to cut him off. I sat back down in the chair, meeting Ferris's gaze. "Alright. How do we negotiate?"