The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 890

I sent another text message: "I know you're after me. If you have any tricks, aim them directly at me, or we can just meet and talk."

Like a stone dropped into the ocean, the message went unanswered.

It seemed the last car crash was just a twisted joke or a warning. Maybe he had his fun and decided to back off.

But deep down, I knew that wasn't the case. It was no joke.

He would never stop. His goal was revenge; he wasn't going to let me go that easily.

Besides, Alastair hadn't sent any definitive news, which meant The Rat hiding in the gutter was still alive. He was still lurking in the shadows, watching me, waiting for his moment to strike.

I couldn't afford to lower my guard, yet the daily torment made me increasingly restless and irritable.

The unknown bred fear, and the uncertainty sparked panic. My anxiety grew with each passing day. Sometimes, I would wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night, instantly reaching out to touch Ferris Sterling. Only when I confirmed he was right beside me could I find a sliver of peace.

Time slipped by, and before we knew it, it was the day before New Year's Eve.

It was almost the holidays, and according to the hospital's routine, most of the staff were already on vacation, leaving only the on-call doctors.

That morning, Ferris and I got up and got ready. Vivian had called to say we needed to visit the Sterling Estate today. My father-in-law wanted Ferris to write the holiday greetings, and the supplies were already laid out, waiting for us.

Just as we were about to leave, Ferris's phone rang. I instinctively looked up at him.