The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 741

The bag.

The word was far too sensitive. It instantly ignited my already turbulent emotions. "No, I didn't."

"Selena, don't misunderstand Lucille. She didn't do it for the bag. She genuinely wants what's best for you, she wants you to be happy. That bag, she already..." Ferris was still trying to explain.

But I couldn't listen to another word. My voice rose instinctively, practically shouting as I cut him off. "I said there's no misunderstanding, and there isn't! If you have nothing better to do, go to sleep. Stop bothering me!"

On the other end of the line, Ferris was clearly startled. He didn't dare say another word.

I threw out one last ultimatum. "If you mention her to me again, don't ever contact me."

With that, I hung up.

I knew that final sentence was the ultimate weapon. It would definitely scare him into silence; he would never bring Lucille up in front of me again, nor would he try to play peacemaker.

Still, a relentless wave of sorrow washed over me. In this war of anger, there were no winners.

Completely drained of energy, I took a quick shower and fell into a deep, heavy sleep.

It wasn't a peaceful rest, but I managed to sleep away most of the day. When I woke up and checked my phone, I realized it was already three in the afternoon.

I had slept for six straight hours.

My eyes quickly caught the notification banner at the bottom of the screen.

At the very top was a text from Caspian: "Sleepyhead, are you still dreaming? I'll wait outside your door. Remember to let me in when you wake up."

I tapped into the chat and saw it wasn't just one message. There was a long string of them.