The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 640

It was Caspian.

His dark brows furrowed slightly, and his striking, predatory eyes were filled with concern. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. You were almost hit by a car just now. Did something happen?"

"I..." I was completely out of sorts, my mind in a chaotic tailspin.

Meeting his clear, grounding gaze helped me pull myself together. However, before I could answer his question, the sound of an approaching vehicle echoed behind me.

I turned to look and saw the Black Range Rover stalking toward me like a mechanical beast. As it drew closer, it slowed to a crawl. Ferris's face was partially visible through the lowered window. Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, his dark eyes fixed on me with a heavy intensity, his lips pressed into a thin, grim line.

The words that had been on the tip of my tongue instantly vanished.

Caspian followed my gaze. Ferris shifted his attention away from me, locking eyes with Caspian. The air instantly crackled with tension, and it felt as though invisible sparks were flying between them. Ferris's eyes seemed to burn with a dangerous fire.

A spike of anxiety hit me. Terrified that a fight might break out between them, I subtly shifted my footing, placing my body squarely in their line of sight to break the standoff. "I'm fine. Caspian, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to take you to work. It's getting freezing out here. The forecast predicted a massive snowstorm today, and I was worried you wouldn't be able to catch a cab." Caspian pulled his gaze back, his charming smile returning as if nothing had happened.

Behind me, the Range Rover's brakes screeched harshly.

I ignored it, walking straight toward Caspian's car parked by the curb. "Sounds great. Let's go."

I opened the door, slid into the passenger seat, and buckled up. As Caspian started the engine, I couldn't stop myself from glancing out the window. Ferris's car was still idling there. The animosity and dissatisfaction that had hardened his features just two minutes ago had dissolved into profound desolation.

Through the tinted glass, he couldn't actually see me, but his gaze remained locked on my side of the car—quiet, heavy, and utterly defeated.