The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 588

The atmosphere in the private room was unnervingly harmonious. It was practically festive.

Silas hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, but he acted like he was completely hammered. He kept inching closer to Ferris with his juice glass, and his form of address rapidly devolved from 'Dr. Sterling' to 'Buddy'.

"Uncle Silas, you're about the same age as my father. It's only right that I treat you with the respect of an elder," Ferris maintained his flawless smile.

Silas immediately caught his drift. "Oh, in that case, I shouldn't be calling you buddy. I should call you..."

He was still stumbling over how to address Ferris, but Ferris eagerly served up the answer on a silver platter. "Ferris. My parents call me Ferris. You should call me that too. It feels more personal."

"Alright then, Ferris!" Silas grinned effortlessly, clapping a heavy hand onto Ferris's shoulder, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I really misunderstood you before. I wasn't very polite, but who knew we'd get along so well? If I'd known, I would've invited you out for drinks ages ago."

My stomach twisted in a painful knot. Silas had absolutely zero boundaries. Who gave him the right to call him Ferris so intimately?

Lucille had been his mother-in-law for three years, and even she never dared to use his first name. That was a privilege reserved strictly for his inner circle. He was just being polite, and Silas took it literally!

Even worse, Ferris was a massive germaphobe. Aside from his closest friends, he loathed physical contact. Silas was practically draped over his shoulder, acting like they were best friends. Ferris was going to be disgusted.

"Well, we're making up for it now, aren't we? I had no idea you were so approachable, straightforward, and open-minded," Ferris replied without a shred of revulsion. Instead, he smiled brightly and clinked his liquor glass against Silas's juice. "It's a shame we didn't bond sooner."