The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 702

Guilty.

Of course, I felt guilty.

Not just guilty, but tense and completely frantic.

I tried to search Ferris's face for an answer, but he was infuriatingly unreadable, mixing truth with teasing so seamlessly that I couldn't tell what he actually knew.

Right now, his head was tilted down slightly as he smiled at me. Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, his dark eyes gleamed with what looked like calculated scrutiny.

He was clearly teasing me with a playful tone.

But to my ears, his words sparked like a lit fuse.

I exploded instantly, violently jerking my hand out of his grasp. "Why would I feel guilty? What makes you think I lied? We're about to get divorced—what right do you have to interrogate me?"

I had always been gentle and compliant, calm and steady. I rarely let my emotions show, and I had certainly never lashed out like this.

Even I was stunned by the angry, agitated words tumbling out of my mouth.

Ferris seemed shocked too. His expression blanked, the teasing scrutiny vanishing from his eyes, instantly replaced by a deep, cautious tenderness.

He reached out, trying to take my hand again. "I shouldn't have made that joke. Honey, you can hit me a couple of times to let it out, okay?"

He was coaxing me, treading lightly and acting completely submissive. He was being even more gentle and attentive than he had been the year we got married.

I knew he was trying to appease me.

Even though I had explicitly told him I wouldn't give him another chance, that we could never go back to the way things were.

But he was still trying. He still wanted to win me back.