The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 700

It all happened so fast, and Ferris played it off so naturally.

He slung my purse directly over his own shoulder.

Given his tall stature and thick winter coat, my medium-sized white tote bag looked like a tiny little dumpling against his frame.

Yet Ferris didn't seem to find it awkward in the slightest. He adjusted the straps higher onto his shoulder, freeing up one hand to grab mine. "Let's go, honey. The car is waiting."

What the hell was he doing?

First he brought me breakfast, then he hijacked my purse, and now he wanted to be my driver...

"Stop fooling around." I frowned, grabbing his sleeve and reaching up to yank my bag off his shoulder. "Give me my purse back. If you want to carry a bag, go buy one yourself. Stop stealing mine."

"Can't do that. I just love carrying my wife's purse." Ferris gripped the strap tightly, refusing to let go, and shot me a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.

Without giving me a chance to argue, he pulled me along, striding straight for the elevator.

He was far too strong for me to resist, and since I was stuck holding the breakfast, I didn't have a free hand to wrestle my bag back from him.

I was dragged straight into the elevator. Inside, Mrs. Higgins was holding her young grandson.

With an elderly woman and a child present, I couldn't exactly keep fighting with Ferris. Swallowing my frustration, I stood silently beside him, frantically trying to figure out how to reclaim my purse and ditch him in the process.

Just then, the little boy in Mrs. Higgins's arms spoke up. "That man is carrying a mommy bag."

Surprised, I turned my head, only to see Mrs. Higgins hastily correcting her grandson. "That's not Mommy's bag, that's the lady's bag. The lady's bag is just the same style as Mommy's."