The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 888

Ever since I got pregnant, Ferris had a special reclining chair installed right next to the bathroom sink so I could lie back comfortably while he washed my hair.

I settled into the lounger, watching as he carefully wet my hair with warm water. He lathered the shampoo between his own palms first before thoroughly massaging the rich foam into my scalp.

His touch was exquisitely gentle and precise. Using the pads of his neatly trimmed fingers, he worked the lather in slow, soothing circles. A wave of profound relaxation washed over me. I half-closed my eyes, my heart swelling with pure adoration, and instinctively reached up to cup his cheek. "Honey."

"I'm right here. Am I pressing too hard?" he asked with a warm smile, momentarily pausing his dedicated task, surprised by my sudden touch.

I shook my head, my gaze lingering on him like I was utterly spellbound.

Ferris was devastatingly handsome. His bone structure was a masterpiece of masculine perfection. Even staring up at him from such an unflattering angle, he looked like a sculpted deity.

In the past, his striking looks were always masked by a cold, untouchable aura that dripped with intense, dangerous magnetism—intimidating, yet so seductive you couldn't help but be drawn in.

But now, that chill was replaced by an overwhelming, protective warmth. He radiated the irresistible energy of a completely devoted husband, making him infinitely more captivating.

And making me love him more than ever.

We were finally entirely in sync, hopelessly in love, and sharing the happiest days of my life. I was guarding this newfound paradise with everything I had.

I would never let anyone rip it away from me.

"Honey, I actually overheard you talking with Mom earlier," I murmured.