The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 740

The apartment was spotless. Everything was exactly where it belonged, and the floors were mopped so thoroughly they gleamed.

You would never guess a violent crime had taken place here just yesterday morning.

In the kitchen, the soup was still bubbling, the rich scent relentlessly invading my senses.

I walked in and saw several plates set out on the counter. Stir-fries, cold dishes—all simple comfort food, but specifically tailored to my taste.

She had even covered the plates with clear glass bowls to keep the food from getting cold.

I touched one of the bowls; it was still warm.

My heart warmed a little, too. Despite all my suspicions and frustrations regarding Lucille, seeing all this care still touched me.

But that warmth vanished the second I remembered the bag she was carrying.

It was the same limited-edition exotic leather Hermes bag.

I turned off the stove but didn't touch the food, heading straight for my bedroom to take a shower and sleep.

That was when Ferris called. "Honey, did you kick Mom out?"

Mom?

He really loved using these new terms lately. He had always called her Lucille. When did she suddenly become 'Mom'?

I corrected him. "She's not our mom, she's my mom. It has nothing to do with you."

"Whatever, doesn't matter whose mom she is, I'm calling her Mom just like my wife does," he deflected playfully.