The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 206

Whoever this was wasn't an amateur. They had managed to track down Lucille's address. The threats on the phone were clearly more than just empty talk.

And the only people I had recently offended was the Thorne Family.

Thinking about their dangerous background made my stomach churn. Just as I was putting the pieces together, the doorbell rang violently. Lucille and I exchanged terrified looks. I grabbed a golf club from the corner and crept toward the door.

To my sheer shock, it was Leon standing on the porch.

He was panting heavily, having braved the freezing dampness of the night. Stray drops of water clung to his hair. He anxiously scanned the interior of the house. "Where's the package? Didn't security show up?"

Hearing his voice, Lucille rushed over, complaining, "Leon, thank god you're here. Look at this! Look at what kind of sick prank someone played on us."

That was when I realized Lucille had called Leon.

I watched him stride toward the box, but before I could warn him, Leon ripped the flaps open.

His expression darkened instantly.

He yanked out his phone, dialed a number, and barked a command. "Send two guys over. I'm texting you the address."

His voice was hard, carrying a powerful authority that was entirely unlike his usual easygoing demeanor.

As he hung up, Lucille asked in confusion, "Leon, who are you calling?"

"My security team," Leon explained patiently. "They're my guys. I'll have them photograph the package for evidence, and they'll stick around to protect you for the next few days. Does that work for you, Lucille?"

Lucille stared at me in shock before turning back to Leon hesitantly. "Is that really appropriate?"

"You're treating me like a stranger, Lucille," Leon smiled, slipping effortlessly back into his charming persona. He glanced at me. "Selena and I are in the trenches together. Her problems are my problems. No need to be polite."

Lucille nodded, still visibly shaken from the ordeal. Her eyes welled with tears. "Thank you so much, Leon."

Half an hour later, Leon's security personnel arrived. They looked ordinary enough, but the way they held themselves—straight-backed and disciplined—screamed ex-military.

Their presence immediately brought a profound sense of safety to the house.

"Looks like dried flowers," Leon said, turning his head as he heard me approach. He chuckled, "Don't tell me you made these yourself?"

My eyes landed on the frame, and the smile died on my lips.

He was right.

It was the bridal bouquet from my wedding to Ferris.

A complimentary gift from the hotel.

Because it was a secret marriage with no actual reception, there was no bouquet toss. I had treated those flowers like a treasure, bringing them home to dry them and framing them carefully on the living room wall.

"Oh, there's something written here," Leon leaned in like he'd discovered a hidden treasure, reading aloud, "Y❤️Z4ever. And a date... July 6th? Is that a special day?"

I found myself completely speechless.

Because July 6th was the exact day Ferris and I had signed our marriage papers.