The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 718

The red light above the operating room doors glared blindingly as people rushed past me in the hallway.

Someone seemed to be talking to me, but I couldn't hear a word.

Someone else pulled my hand, trying to get me to sit down, but my body was completely locked up, refusing to move.

Arms wrapped around me, a hand gently rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe me.

But I couldn't be soothed. I felt like a block of wood—stiff, numb, completely disconnected from all sensation and emotion.

My vision had tunneled down to a tiny, suffocating circle focused solely on those operating room doors.

A low buzzing echoed in my ears. It took me a long time to realize it was the sound of my own prayers.

I was an atheist. I had never held an ounce of faith in my life, yet right now, I was desperately begging any higher power to keep Ferris safe.

I prayed to every deity I could think of—domestic, foreign, Indian, German.

Please, whatever higher power is out there. I would trade my own lifespan just to ensure he survived.

The surgical light switched off, and the doors swung open. Dr. Sutton walked out in his green scrubs. "Dr. Hayes, please rest assured. The surgery was successful. Mr. Sterling is in the clear."

The crushing weight in my chest instantly evaporated, the breath I didn't know I was holding finally exhaling. My fractured soul slammed back into my body, completely restoring my senses.

Amber's voice drifted into my ears, accompanied by a massive sigh of relief. "Thank God. You can finally relax, Selena."

Then came Lucille's voice: "My poor Selena, you're pale as a ghost... Everything's fine now."