The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 658

In the suffocating quiet of the dark room, I leaned over the bed, my eyes glued to the sleeping man without blinking. My heart hammered against my ribs like a war drum, severing my connection to the outside world.

Aside from the deafening thud in my chest and the faint ringing in my ears, I couldn't hear or feel a single thing.

Surrounded by the thundering beat of my own heart, I summoned every ounce of courage for one final test.

I tugged on his earlobe once more and asked, "Were you worried about my stomach hurting?"

"Mhm..." Ferris finally mumbled back.

The frantic drumming in my chest came to a dead stop. The agonizing tension in my nerves completely dissolved. The senses I had briefly lost came rushing back, and I let out a massive exhale, only to realize I was drenched in a cold sweat.

All I did was ask a single question, yet I felt as exhausted as if I had just sprinted a mile.

But I finally had my confirmation. The absolute terror that had possessed me all night finally evaporated.

I didn't even bother wiping his face or tucking him in. I lazily threw a corner of the duvet over him, turned on my heel, and dragged my weak, trembling legs toward the door.

He was just worried about my stomach. He had no idea I was pregnant.

My stomach issues were nothing new. A long time ago, Ferris used to be just as strict about my drinking.

Even at the massive family dinners at The Sterling Estate, where everyone else was raising glasses of wine, he would swap my drink for fresh juice right in front of the entire family. Whenever he was met with displeased or confused stares, his only explanation was a flat, "Her stomach can't handle it. She's drinking juice."

The other elders might have swallowed their annoyance, but Vivian had openly glared at me. "You can't even stomach one glass? If you can't handle it, go sit at the kids' table."

I had been terrified and scrambled to stand up and apologize.