The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 742

I really didn't know what to do with him.

He was always so cheerful around me, but I knew he could be incredibly stubborn.

Like how I had explicitly told him about my relationship with Ferris, and that nothing could ever happen between us.

Yet he actually claimed he didn't care if I was single or married—he was going to keep pursuing me regardless.

Just like right now. It would have been so much better for him to wait in his car, yet he insisted on standing at my door, catching a cold in the process.

When I scolded him, he simply said he wanted to.

And he said it with a smile, his attitude completely pleasant, stubbornly clinging to doing exactly what he wanted.

"There's some ginger in the fridge. I'll go make you some soup." I couldn't even look him in the eye.

It wasn't because he was overwhelmingly handsome, or that his smile was dangerously captivating. It was because beneath that seductive gaze, there was an unmistakable depth of affection mixed with a fragile vulnerability.

In the cramped apartment, just the two of us, his reddened, watery eyes made the atmosphere dangerously close to awkward.

I immediately stood up and headed for the kitchen.

I had checked the kitchen earlier and noticed the leftover ginger Lucille had left on the cutting board. It would be enough for a bowl of warm soup.

But just as I got to my feet, before I could step away, a hand wrapped around my wrist.

The icy touch made me flinch. I paused and looked down, only to see him tilting his head up from the couch, his reddened eyes filled with heavy expectation.

His tone was a nasal blend of hesitation and pleading. "If I'm a good boy and drink the soup, will you go to the concert with me?"