The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 673

After that heavy thud, my heartbeat skyrocketed, drumming against my eardrums in a frantic, relentless rhythm. I stared into Grant's piercing eyes—eyes that felt like they were looking straight into my soul—and a wave of panic and nervous tension washed over me.

It was a feeling of desperate hope mixed with sheer terror.

Who was this wife Ferris was so furious over?

Was it Zoey Zeller, the woman he had always cherished and protected, or... me?

My breathing hitched, and my nails dug into my palms, leaving shallow crescents. That tiny sliver of hope tortured me as much as it thrilled me.

Grant kept his gaze on me, a ripple of emotion showing in his eyes as he gave a subtle nod. "Yes, his wife."

His lips parted again. "It's..."

"Mr. Foster, the food must be on the table by now. Julian is waiting for us, so we should head back," I blurted out, abruptly changing the subject.

My tone was rushed, and I quickly averted my eyes from his face.

I was terrified to look at him. I was terrified of his answer.

Terrified that he would say Ferris's wife was Zoey Zeller, that Ferris had activated his undercover agent entirely for her sake.

I was equally terrified he would say Ferris was gathering evidence against the Thorne Family all for me, to bring them down on my behalf.

My mind was in utter chaos. I didn't want the answer to that question right now. I just wanted to get back and eat. I was starving; I hadn't even had the chance to touch my food back in Tiffany Thorne's hospital room.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Grant's face, followed by a moment of confusion, but he quickly seemed to understand. Retracting his gaze, he nodded. "It's true, we shouldn't keep Julian waiting. Let's head back, Dr. Hayes."