The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 865

"What is it?" I asked, turning to look at him.

His long, elegant fingers lightly tapped my nose. "I absolutely thrive on hearing you say you love me and miss me. The more you say it, the more obsessed with you I become."

"You just gave yourself that 'expert' title, didn't you?" I rolled my eyes. "I think you're just trying to manipulate me. Are you saying that if I don't constantly stroke your ego, you'll stop loving me?" I should have known better than to indulge his nonsense.

"Of course not," Ferris replied instantly, a devastatingly charming smile lighting up his face. "Even if you never utter the words, I know how wildly in love with me you are."

"You're so arrogant," I scoffed, my face burning as I shoved lightly at his chest. But beneath my embarrassment, I knew he had hit the nail right on the head.

Ferris just pulled me tighter against him, capturing my lips in another deep, lingering kiss that left me entirely boneless. The heated seats and the blast of the car's heater were already doing their job, but his touch ignited a feverish heat under my skin. I was starting to sweat, yet he showed no signs of stopping. He was utterly consumed, completely oblivious to the blaring horns of the cars stacked up behind us.

That was, until a sharp rap on the glass shattered the moment. I gasped and pulled back. Standing outside the window was a tall figure in a traffic police uniform. "Sir, you're committing a traffic violation," the officer said politely.

Idling in the middle of a busy street, unbuckled, and aggressively making out—of course it was a violation.