The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 866

Such a jealous man. I had merely glanced in the rearview mirror, and his possessiveness was already flaring up.

Not wanting to trigger a sulking session, I quickly averted my gaze. "Of course Dr. Sterling is more handsome. You're the most gorgeous man in the world to me." Ferris's lips curved into a triumphant, devastatingly arrogant smirk.

I pushed the thought away. The recent string of chaotic events had likely left my nerves completely frayed. I was just jumping at shadows. We arrived safely at Eden Gardens. Ferris drew me a bath, carefully dried my hair, and gathered me into his arms. Surrounded by his warmth, I drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

My sleep was fraught with restless dreams, but I managed to sleep in. When I finally opened my eyes, the morning sun was spilling through the sheer white curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. I squinted and sat up, realizing the other side of the bed was empty. Where was Ferris?

Muffled voices drifted from the living room. I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall. Peeking around the corner, I saw Ferris seated on the sofa. Across from him sat Grant Foster. Grant was the undercover asset Ferris had planted inside the Thorne Group. He was the one who had secured crucial evidence for me before Ferris shipped him out of Port Capital for his own safety. It had been months since I last saw him; I never expected him to be sitting in our living room.

Considering our history, common courtesy dictated I go out and say hello. But before I could reveal myself, Grant's grim voice stopped me in my tracks. "This number belongs to Theodore Thorne. But he routed it through a Virtual VoIP Call to mask his location."

Theodore Thorne? What were they talking about? I froze, holding my breath as Ferris replied in a dangerously low timbre. "Theodore and Maxwell had a working relationship in the past."