The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 911

Outside, the deep night sky and the brilliant fireworks perfectly complemented each other.

Inside, the moment I felt Ferris's fingers twitch, my heart leaped. A massive wave of euphoria slammed into my chest. I gripped his hand tighter, cautious yet utterly overwhelmed. "Ferris."

Was he waking up?

He was finally waking up. I could finally breathe.

But reality seemed to play a cruel trick on me. Ferris didn't open his eyes. His thick lashes rested quietly against his pale skin. Every monitor indicated he wasn't anywhere near consciousness.

Yet I had distinctly felt him move. Was it just my imagination?

I wanted to call out his name again, to shake his hand and force him awake, but I stopped myself.

I couldn't bear to disturb him.

Perhaps Ferris was just too exhausted. He had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for far too long. He desperately needed to rest, and since it wasn't time to wake him yet, I decided to let him sleep.

I held his hand firmly and closed my eyes.

Tonight was New Year's Eve, a time for family reunions. I had hoped this holiday would be the turning point—the moment Ferris and I completely reconciled. I had envisioned mending fences with Lucille and Sabrina, truly becoming a united family. I was carrying his child, the proof of our love. Everything was supposed to be smooth and full of hope. This year was meant to be blissfully happy.

I never expected tragedy to strike. Half of our family was wounded, the other half exhausted, and instead of celebrating at home, we were trapped in a hospital.

And it was all because of that rat.