The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 638

When had the aristocratic Sterling Heir ever cooked? Especially a meal this complex, requiring hours of tedious preparation.

Forget the intricate tartlets and pastries; the golden broth alone was a massive undertaking. Not only did he have to fold the tortellini by hand, but the broth itself required a slow, delicate simmer.

I used to make this exact breakfast for him, and the broth had to be prepped the night before. It was an incredibly labor-intensive process.

Generally, someone only went through that much trouble to cook for another person for one of two reasons: money or love.

When I willingly slaved away in the kitchen for Ferris, it was out of love. Seeing the satisfied look on his face when he ate made every grueling second worth it.

But how could a man as busy as Ferris possibly find the time for something like this?

Wait. He had.

Not too long ago, he actually cooked a meal for me.

It was a massive, elaborate spread, and it was the very first time I realized Ferris even knew his way around a kitchen.

But I hadn't taken a single bite of that meal. I let it sit there until it turned freezing cold and rock solid.

Because he hadn't cooked that meal to win my heart. He cooked it to play the emotional card, softening me up so I would agree to his twisted, unreasonable deal.

And that twisted deal was designed to clear the obstacles out of the path for his precious Zoey.

So, in reality, that meal hadn't been cooked for me at all. It had been cooked for Zoey.

The moment that thought surfaced, the soft spot in my heart instantly calcified. Any warmth I felt froze over entirely.

Suddenly, I completely lost my appetite.