The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 881

Go straight home?

I froze for a second before the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at his smug face in disbelief. "You lied to me?"

The Scoundrel actually played me.

The stomach pain, the pale face, the sweat on his forehead—it was all an act. He faked the whole thing just to trick me.

He just wanted to pull me away from Sabrina so I would go home with him.

But was all of this really necessary?

"I'm sorry, honey. I know I was wrong, and I know you're mad. Go ahead, hit me." Seeing my fury, Ferris instantly wiped the smirk off his face. He stood perfectly still in front of me, dipping his head like a contrite puppy waiting for its punishment.

I ground my teeth in sheer frustration, raising my hand high and swinging it toward his face.

He just stood there and closed his eyes. He didn't even flinch, offering no attempt to dodge the blow.

I couldn't bring myself to do it. My hand stopped mere inches from his cheek. Looking at his bowed head, his closed eyes, and the dark lashes fanning across his skin, the anger in my chest twisted and deflated. I curled my hand into a fist and punched him lightly on the shoulder instead.

"Bastard!" I hissed.

"I knew you wouldn't have the heart to hit me." Ferris opened his eyes. The pathetic, apologetic look vanished instantly, replaced by a wide grin. He caught my wrist and pulled me flush against his chest.

I shoved him away and pressed my lips into a hard line, glaring at him. "Why would you pull a stunt like that?"

"I didn't want Sabrina to steal you away," he muttered, furrowing his brow.