The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 612

"Ferris, you bastard!"

I beat him to the punch.

Even though the slap hadn't been intentional, and I felt a flash of guilt and unease the exact second it happened, those feelings vanished just as quickly. They were immediately replaced by furious indignation.

He blocked my path at my own door, yanked me into his arms without a word of explanation, spouted a bunch of manipulative lies, and kissed me when my guard was down.

He forced himself on me.

He disrespected me, he violated my boundaries, and he deserved to be hit.

More importantly, he was using this sick tactic to play the emotional card, hoping I'd go soft and agree to let his precious darling walk free.

Ferris's clear eyes stared at me for a beat. His thick eyelashes lowered, and when he looked up again, his kiss-swollen lips curled into a smirk. Those beautifully shaped eyes were bright and hazy, catching the scattered hallway light in his dark pupils.

"Even when you're mad, you're so cute. That's my baby." He actually chuckled, the sound thick with amusement. The corners of his eyes crinkled. There wasn't a trace of anger in his voice, only indulgence. "I was wrong. I missed you too much and couldn't control myself. I deserved that."

He reached out to grab my hand again. "Your hands are so soft, baby. That felt good. Come on, hit me again."

If I hadn't just kissed him and confirmed there was no alcohol on his breath, I would have sworn he was drunk.

If he wasn't drunk, why was he acting so crazy?