The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 637

Sure enough, my canvas bag was sitting right on the passenger seat.

I grabbed it by the straps, ready to turn on my heel and leave.

But the second I went to shut the car door, Ferris's voice drifted into my ears, his tone low and deceptively casual. "I don't think I finished answering your questions from last night."

My hand froze on the door. I snapped my head up, my gaze locking onto his face.

Ferris's features were truly a masterpiece favored by the heavens. Because the heat in the car was running high, he had already discarded his overcoat. He wore only a fitted black dress shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal the pale, defined dip of his collarbone.

The rest of the buttons were fastened securely, but the tailored fabric clung to the powerful lines of his muscles. Paired with his casually relaxed expression, it created an intoxicating, dangerous allure.

He just sat there, watching me quietly, his voice light. "Do you want to know the answers?"

I had to admit, Ferris still knew exactly how to play me. He had just switched tactics. Before, his go-to method was intimidation. Today, he was using bait.

And I genuinely, desperately wanted those answers.

My eyes betrayed my decision. A faint, triumphant smirk touched the corners of his thin lips. "Get in."

I ended up getting into the car after all. As I sank into the leather seat, the irony wasn't lost on me. Amber had been physically forced into her car by Marcus, while I had been psychologically lured into mine by Ferris. The methods were different, but the outcome was exactly the same.

I pulled the door shut and immediately turned to him. "Tell me. How did you know? And when did you find out?"

Those two questions had tortured me all night. I had practically fried my brain trying to figure it out.

"Eat this first, then we'll talk," Ferris said, reaching into the backseat like a magician to retrieve the massive food container.