The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 758

I didn't know how to respond to him.

The truth was, I was drowning in an immense wave of guilt, rendering me completely speechless.

When he had called me, he asked twice if I had plans, and I lied straight to his face.

I lied because I didn't want him to misunderstand my relationship with Caspian, and I didn't want him to recklessly discharge himself from the hospital just to come looking for me.

But the outcome was exactly what I had tried to avoid. I made him worry, forcing him to drag his battered, injured body out of the hospital, track me down, and desperately fight to rescue me at the very last second.

If it hadn't been for him, I would undoubtedly be dead right now.

"Hmm? Why so quiet?" Perhaps noticing my silence, Ferris looked down at me.

His dark eyes were overflowing with intoxicating tenderness and clear anticipation.

I still couldn't find the words, so I used my actions to show him exactly where I stood.

I gently cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips firmly against his in a deep, meaningful kiss.

I hoped the kiss conveyed everything I couldn't say—that I would never do something so reckless again, that I never wanted him to worry about me, and that I could never bear to see him get hurt because of me again.

But I vastly underestimated the consequences of my actions.

Just as I was pouring my heart into the kiss, Ferris casually slipped off his glasses.

I froze, staring at his movement in confusion. "Why are you..."

"I already told the nurses. I'm staying in your room tonight to keep you company." A wicked smirk played on Ferris's lips as he set his glasses aside.

I sensed a very dangerous undertone in that smile and instinctively pushed back. "Absolutely not. I don't need anyone staying with me. You're still injured."

"Then you can keep me company tonight," Ferris countered smoothly, flipping the script without missing a beat.

"Still no. Go back to your own room. We're sleeping in our own beds," I rejected him again, scrambling for another excuse. "The bed is too small. We can't possibly fit two people."

In reality, I was in a VIP suite with a massive bed. It wasn't as luxurious as the master bed at Eden Gardens, but it was more than spacious enough for two adults.

I just sensed a deeply predatory aura emanating from his smirk, and every instinct I had was screaming at me to push him away.

But moving Ferris was like trying to move a mountain. He only pulled me closer, a wicked glint flashing in his beautiful eyes. His lips brushed against my ear, while one of his large hands brazenly slipped beneath my shirt.

"It's fine, honey. We can just squeeze in. Your husband is going to take very good care of you tonight."

"I don't need you to take care of me! Get out!" My bad premonition had become a terrifying reality. I frantically clamped my hand over his wandering fingers beneath my shirt, my voice trembling.

I wanted to kick him right off my bed, but I failed miserably.

After three years of marriage, Ferris knew my body flawlessly. He knew every single one of my weak spots, and beneath his expert touch, I melted entirely, completely stripped of any ability to fight back.

"No, Ferris, the baby... it's too soon. We can't." I gasped, my voice fracturing under the slow, deliberate glide of his fingers.

The overwhelming sensation was entirely scrambling my brain, but I hadn't forgotten that I was pregnant. I wasn't even at the three-month mark yet, we absolutely couldn't...