The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 687

Even if Ferris had just woken up and was still groggy, drawn out by the commotion, the moment he saw Amber and Marcus—especially after hearing Amber ask if we had slept together—he should have instantly snapped out of it and come up with a believable excuse.

He could have claimed he just arrived this morning, that we were pulling an all-nighter discussing work, or that he was just using my bathroom.

Amber might be a bit naive, but Marcus was incredibly sharp. As long as Ferris threw out a random excuse, Marcus would have played along, smoothing the whole thing over, and no one would have breathed a word of it.

Yet, not only did he fail to cover it up, he actively walked over, wrapped his arm around me, confirmed he was Ferris Sterling, and loudly announced he had spent the night with me.

Wasn't that just hammering the nail into his own coffin?

With him acting like this, I couldn't salvage the situation even if I tried.

Unsurprisingly, I wasn't the only one stunned. Marcus stared at me in shock, silently asking for my cue with his eyes.

I desperately wrestled myself out of Ferris's grip, trying to physically distance myself from him.

But Ferris easily hauled me right back. When he looked down at me, his dark, swooping eyes were overflowing with deep, shameless affection.

This man had absolutely lost his mind. He must still be sleep-drunk.

Why the hell was he playing the devoted, tender lover right now? Had he forgotten our agreement? We had explicitly agreed that our relationship was strictly off the record.

Was he not afraid of ruining his career? Was he not terrified of triggering Vivian's wrath?