The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 794

I tumbled backward, but instead of hitting the mattress, I crashed right into a broad, incredibly warm chest.

Ferris's arms wrapped securely around me, his tone caught somewhere between fond indulgence and sheer helplessness. "If you need something, just call your husband. What do you think I'm here for? I'm here to serve you. Whatever you need, just ask. Why are you trying to push yourself?"

This man was unbelievable. One second he was pretending to sleep, and the next he was completely alert, scooping me into his arms.

But his hold was undeniably comfortable, taking the pressure off my agonizingly sore lower back.

"Alright, what does her highness command? Your husband is ready to serve." He pressed a tender kiss to the crown of my head, his affection practically overflowing.

I bit my lip and glanced up at him. "I need to use the bathroom."

He could do a lot of things for me, but how exactly was he supposed to help with that?

I just stared at him silently, waiting to see how he'd backtrack.

Ferris did look momentarily surprised, but a second later, a brilliant smile broke across his face, his beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners.

I felt the mattress shift, and before I knew it, I was swept entirely off the bed and suspended in mid-air.

"Ferris, what—what are you doing?" I stammered, utterly bewildered.

Was he seriously going to handle this for me?

My head was tucked against his chest, and I could feel the deep rumble of his laughter. "Serving my wife as she uses the restroom, obviously."

"I—I don't need you to serve me!" I started stuttering all over again.