The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 655

I barely had a chance to agree before Ferris gently pressed a hand over Silas's. "Silas, neither of us can drink tonight. Your health won't allow it, and I'm the designated driver."

"I won't drink, but you can! If you get drunk, you can just crash here. We've got a guest room!" Silas announced with a sweeping wave of his hand.

He was actually trying to get Ferris to spend the night.

The Hayes Residence used to be wealthy. Back when Maxwell's pharmaceutical company was thriving, we lived in a sprawling mansion. But after his scandal hit, our finances had taken a nosedive. Lucille had sold the mansion and downsized to this smaller apartment.

I say "smaller," but it was still over seventeen hundred square feet with four bedrooms and two living rooms. So yes, there was an empty guest room.

But how could I let Ferris sleep here?

I frowned instantly, but Ferris's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Let me help Lucille bring the food out from the kitchen."

He didn't agree to stay, but he didn't refuse either. His vague response left me fuming, but I didn't dare say a word. I had no choice but to go get the liquor.

When I returned, I overheard Silas asking him, "Ferris, how did you know where the bathroom was? Even I couldn't find it the first time I visited; I practically burst my bladder looking for it."

Ferris froze just as he sat down.

He shot me a fleeting glance. My heart leaped into my throat, the palm gripping the glass bottle suddenly feeling hot.

The first time Ferris had visited this apartment, he hadn't known where the bathroom was either. He only learned its layout because he had come over so often.

But that phase of him accompanying me home hadn't lasted long, and he hadn't stepped foot in here since.

"He..." I started, wanting to cover for him.