The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 133

Zelda eagerly explained that Zoey was also apartment hunting and had just found a great spot that very day. It was in Hawthorn Residences, only three subway stops from Capital General.

"It's a two-bedroom," Zelda said, glancing back and forth between me and Zoey. "Zoey was just worrying about finding a decent roommate. Since you're looking for a place too, maybe you two could split the rent."

The younger girl gave me a timid, polite look. "I'm totally fine with that, if Selena is open to it."

I felt completely cornered.

My gaze shifted to Zelda, whose face was plastered with what looked like a friendly, harmless smile.

But if they had overheard me talking about looking for a place, they must have also heard me specifically ask about the dorms, not a private rental.

Besides, Zoey was currently the apple of Ferris's eye. Living with her? What was I supposed to do, sit back and watch my husband play house with this young intern in our shared apartment?

I couldn't stomach it.

I was just about to decline when the head nurse gave my hand a meaningful squeeze. "I know Hawthorn Residences. It's a gorgeous community and super close to the station. You should really go take a look."

I stared at her in shock, but feeling the subtle pressure of her grip on my fingers, I finally nodded. "Alright. Let's set a time to go see it."

"No time like the present," Zelda chimed in, taking charge. She shot Zoey a knowing look. "I'll text the real estate agent right now. We can head over right after work."

Zoey immediately turned to me. "Does that work for you?"

I didn't say no.

Fine. If this was just an act, I could play my part for the afternoon.

Zoey was far more eager than I anticipated. The second our shift ended, she bounced into my department, calling out to me in front of all my colleagues. "Selena, the agent is already on the way! Should we head over now?"

I nodded. "Sure."

Under the watchful eyes of the entire floor, we walked side-by-side to the elevator. The young woman seemed in high spirits, humming a little tune to herself. After typing out a quick text, she flashed her phone screen at me to show off some photos from the agent. "It's south-facing, so we could even put some plants out on the balcony. What do you think?"

Since I was only humoring her, I didn't pay much attention, merely giving a polite murmur of agreement.

When I finally looked up, I realized the elevator had descended to the underground parking garage. I reached for the button to go back to the lobby, but Zoey blocked my hand. "It's okay, we're in the right place."