The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 682

What husband?

He could be whoever's husband he wanted to be, but he definitely wasn't mine.

I wanted to argue and push him away, but Ferris just held me tighter. His arm banded around mine, and his long fingers reached up to gently cup my chin. His low, velvety voice murmured near my ear, "Are you ready, Selena?"

The gesture was far too familiar. It was an intimate habit between us.

Ferris was a man of extreme contrasts. Cold and stern to the outside world, he was incredibly clingy when we were alone together—and not just in bed.

Every time we were intimate, after he had cleaned me up, he always loved to pull me into his arms. With my back against his chest, he would rest his chin either on my shoulder or the top of my head. Since he couldn't see my face from that angle, he would constantly use his fingertips to tilt my chin up.

But those tender little gestures had been strictly confined to our first year of marriage. After that, the warmth vanished. Even though Ferris and I still slept together, he never held me with that kind of intimacy again.

I hadn't felt this kind of tenderness in a very long time.

So when he repeated the motion now, my heart fluttered wildly. The past seeped in thread by thread, leaving me drowning in a chaotic mix of emotions.

Refusing to dwell on history, I dodged his fingers, lowered my head, and hit play on the screen.