The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 698

Ferris's actions struck me to my core.

The Sterling Heir, a man known for his aloof and arrogant demeanor, had collapsed to his knees before me, looking up with a pathetic plea for my forgiveness, begging for one last chance.

For a fleeting moment, I felt completely disoriented, convinced that the scene playing out before me couldn't possibly be real.

But there was no denying Ferris's desperate face staring back at me. The corners of his dark, predatory eyes were rimmed with red, swimming with apprehension and anxiety.

I had loved Ferris for eight years. I had seen him cold, elegant, and gently affectionate, but this was the first time I had ever seen him look so broken that it actually made my chest ache.

I desperately wanted to pull him up. I couldn't stand seeing him groveling, couldn't stand seeing his reddened eyes.

But my fingers only twitched. I couldn't bring myself to reach out to him.

Because I couldn't give him what he wanted.

My mind was in complete chaos. I had absorbed far too much information today to fully process it all, yet one thing remained crystal clear to me.

I couldn't give him that chance.

As for why, I wasn't exactly sure. I just knew that right now, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't give him a clean slate, just like I couldn't erase the deep wounds he had inflicted on my heart. Even though I now knew it was all a terrible misunderstanding and that Ferris was just as much a victim as I was.

But I simply couldn't say yes.

The minutes dragged on. The room was deathly silent, a silence so heavy it felt suffocating.

"I'm sorry." I finally mustered the strength to speak. It was just a few short words, but it took everything I had. "We can't go back."

Yes, we couldn't go back.