The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 593

Zoey's voice was thick with tears, filled with obvious panic and terror. She must have run into some kind of serious trouble or been taken by someone, and now she was sobbing and begging Ferris for help.

The moment I heard those words from her, absolute clarity washed over me. There was nothing wrong with my memory. Ferris was just talking nonsense under the influence, making me second-guess my own reality.

The absolute truth was that Ferris and I were on the verge of finalizing our divorce, while Zoey was his real partner. She was still the precious darling he held in the palm of his hand.

His response in the very next second grounded me even further.

The drunken haze that had covered his face just moments ago completely vanished, and the flush on his cheeks receded instantly. He stood up, gripping his phone, his tone returning to its usual calm, authoritative state. "Hold on. I'll be right there."

You see, even if Ferris was supposedly drunk and out of his mind, a single phone call from Zoey could sober him up in a heartbeat.

One second, this man was staring at me so earnestly, begging for a chance, and the very next, a call from his darling woke him up and had him rushing for the door.

Zoey was his true priority. She held his absolute devotion in the palm of her hand.

Thank God I hadn't taken any of his words seriously just now.

Over the phone, Zoey's crying grew louder. "Please hurry... I can't hold on much longer..."

"I'm coming," Ferris said, his frown deepening, his expression turning grim.

After hanging up, he met Silas's confused gaze and spoke in a low voice. "I'm sorry, Silas. Something urgent just came up. I can only keep you company up to here tonight. How about I make it up to you next time?"