The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 738

I immediately took a step back, my free hand already pulling pepper spray from my purse.

But just as my thumb hovered over the trigger, a familiar voice rang out. "Selena, you're back?"

Looking up into the light, I saw Lucille beaming at me with an eager, overly enthusiastic smile.

I froze. On the other end of the line, Ferris let out an audible sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just Lucille."

"Yeah, false alarm. I'm hanging up," I quickly replied, ending the call before they could talk.

I couldn't let him and Lucille get on the phone together.

One was desperate to suck up to his mother-in-law, and the other was dying to get back in the good graces of her rich son-in-law. They shared the same exact goal, and if they started plotting together, I'd be the one sold down the river.

Finding Lucille in my apartment was shocking enough, but the fact that she was wearing my apron and holding a soup ladle was even more bizarre.

She had clearly just stepped out of the kitchen.

A rich, mouthwatering aroma drifted through the air—pork rib and winter melon soup.

She had actually been cooking in my kitchen.

"Selena, why are you pointing that thing at your own mother?" Her smile faltered as she stared at the pepper spray, looking confused and slightly hurt. "Are you really that guarded against me?"

I ignored the question, slipping the spray back into my bag as I walked inside. "What are you doing in my house?"

I hadn't given the keys to this apartment to anyone, and there was no way she could have a copy. How did she get in, let alone start making soup?