The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 592

The moment he tightened his grip, the burning heat from Ferris's palm sent a shock through me.

He held on fiercely, his glistening eyes revealing a profound sense of anxiety and concern, mixed with other emotions I couldn't quite decipher.

I froze for a second, and in that brief pause, Ferris snatched the decanter right back out of my hand.

"Why can't she drink?" Silas was just as taken aback by Ferris's extreme reaction and voiced his confusion.

By then, Ferris had already lifted the decanter and downed the rest of the liquor in one massive gulp.

The whiskey burned, and he had swallowed it so fast that it caught in his throat, sending him into a fit of coughing. He pressed a fist to his mouth, his dark brows knitting together and then relaxing. When he looked at me again, there was a tender smile in his eyes.

But his answer was directed at Silas. "Her health won't allow it right now."

That response made my heart skip a beat. Tonight, Ferris truly seemed like a completely different person. Not only was he declaring he wanted to compete to be my boyfriend, but he was also being so gentle and attentive.

He probably wouldn't let me drink because I had always struggled with stomach issues, and he was worried I'd hurt myself.

"Looking at it this way, Ferris, you really do care for our Selena. In that case, how about..." Silas sighed deeply, then turned to look at me. "Selena, why don't you give it some thought?"

"No way!" Even though the ripples in my heart hadn't completely settled, I instantly and decisively rejected Silas's suggestion.

"Selena, give me a chance." Ferris had consumed quite a bit of alcohol tonight. A faint, rosy flush had spread across his handsome face, giving his usually cold, unapproachable demeanor an almost seductive allure.

He curved his lips into a smile and lowered his head. Those gentle, watery eyes stared quietly at me—focused, serious, and brimming with anticipation.