The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 689

"Did you forget how desperate you were to please Zoey? The night my uncle needed emergency surgery, I nearly broke my phone calling you, but you never answered. Where were you? You were busy having dinner with Zoey's parents."

"When she and I were both kidnapped at the same time, you chose her. You told the kidnappers I meant nothing to you. You told them they could do whatever they wanted with me because you didn't give a damn..."

The more I spoke, the more agitated I became until my long-suppressed emotions finally exploded.

There was too much trauma, too much grief.

It wasn't that I refused to acknowledge the good things Ferris had done for me, nor that I was ungrateful for his help. It was simply that I didn't dare to trust him anymore.

Because every single one of those incidents was a deep, scarring wound he had inflicted on me.

It had hurt so excruciatingly much—how could I just snap my fingers and forget it? I couldn't. Spilled water couldn't be gathered back; once it hit the ground, it was ruined. A shattered mirror could be glued back together, but could you ever erase the cracks?

Ferris seemed paralyzed by my accusations. His body locked up, the domineering aura he had commanded moments ago completely evaporating.

He listened to me in dead silence. The iron grip he had around me went slack, his arms dropping limply to his sides.

But just as I delivered my final blow, Ferris snapped into motion.

He crushed me into his embrace again, holding me with desperate, crushing force. His voice came out rushed and frantic. "Selena, if I hadn't said that, how would those kidnappers have ever let you live?"

What?

I froze.