The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 571

When Ferris came home, I was scrubbing the pot like my life depended on it. Seeing him, I got so upset that tears welled up. I choked out an apology, saying I had meant to surprise him, but it had turned into a disaster instead.

Instead of being mad, Ferris just smiled. He cupped my face, gently wiping away my tears, and teased, "Why are you crying over something so small? Look at you, your face is all smeared. You look like a little kitten."

I wiped my eyes, still feeling awful. "What are we going to do for dinner? I ruined the ingredients and kept you waiting. Let me just whip up some quick spaghetti for you."

"You're already crying like a little kitten. No more cooking tonight. My beautiful wife is upset, how could I let you keep working?" Ferris refused to let me near the stove again. He untied my apron, draped my coat over my shoulders, and pulled me out the door without another word. "Come on, we're going out."

"What do you want to eat?" I asked as he tucked me into the passenger seat.

He didn't answer. It wasn't until we arrived at the entrance of the tiny restaurant that I realized to my delight he had brought me to get the very soup I had ruined.

"You were craving it, weren't you? Let's have this tonight." Ferris pulled out a chair for me.

The place was tiny, with only a handful of tables, so everyone had to share. The two of us sat at the corner of a table and finished our meal surrounded by the lively chatter of the crowd.

It was the best soup I had ever tasted.

It wasn't just because Old Man Pete was an incredible cook. It was also because, after dinner, Ferris had held my hand as we strolled slowly through the narrow, winding alley.

The stars were twinkling, and the winter wind was biting, but with my stomach full of hot soup and the man I truly loved by my side, I only felt a deep, romantic warmth.

Now that Caspian had brought up that same place, surely Ferris would remember it too?

Could he still recall the memory of us going there together?

But right at that moment, Ferris looked away.

He pulled his gaze away from the therapeutic wrist warmers on my arms.