The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 215

"You mean... the Dr. Dalton who prescribed the psychoactive drugs to the truck drivers?" I was in utter disbelief and had to ask again just to be sure.

Leon nodded with absolute certainty. "Yes, you heard me perfectly. The corporate butcher has finally been caught."

A huge lump formed in my throat, and hot tears instantly welled up in my eyes.

Both Leon and I knew exactly what Dr. Dalton's arrest meant.

As the key witness, his capture meant that Thorne Logistics's dark secrets would be exposed to the world overnight. The victims of the multi-car pileup would finally have a target for their pursuit of justice.

And I—who had been inexplicably dragged into this nightmare, walking a tightrope where one misstep meant total ruin—was finally getting my moment of vindication.

"You're a grown woman. Why are you still crying like a kid?"

Hearing Leon's gentle teasing, I forced the tears back and expressed my gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Lennox, for running all the way over here just to tell me."

"No need to be polite," Leon said with a bashful smile before suggesting, "By the way, I know a diner with amazing food. Want to grab a bite together?"

I hadn't had any appetite last night and skipped dinner. Hearing his suggestion actually made my stomach rumble.

"Sure," I agreed readily, then quickly added, "But it's my treat."

My wrist tightened as Leon grabbed it and pulled me forward. Staring at his hand firmly wrapped around mine, I panicked and instinctively tugged my arm back.

Leon glanced back at me, his eyes dropping to our joined hands. He let go as if he'd touched a hot stove, looking apologetic. "Sorry about that. I just..."

His flustered, clumsy reaction actually made me laugh.

At six in the morning, Port Capital was still blanketed in a peaceful hush.

Winding our way through the foggy streets and quiet alleys, we arrived at an old, historic eatery. Even before we walked through the door of The Old Mill Diner, the rich, savory aroma of simmering bone broth hit my nose. As an avid cook of three years, I knew instantly that the broth had been stewing for hours.

"Well, look who it is, Dr. Lennox!" A friendly-looking middle-aged man came over to greet Leon. His eyes briefly lingered on my face for two seconds before he asked in surprise, "Got yourself a girlfriend?"

A tucked-away breakfast joint in an alley, the swirling steam, incredible food, and a companion who truly appreciated the meal.

This exact scenario was everything I had fantasized about when I first got married.

Except, back then, the person I had desperately wanted sitting across from me was Ferris.

We had actually gone out for street food once. But Ferris, accustomed to luxury, immediately grabbed a stack of napkins upon sitting down, looking as though he wanted to completely sterilize the entire establishment.

We simply weren't from the same world.

"Selena?"

Leon's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"This is a historic spot. If you ever work the night shift, you can head straight here after you clock out," Leon explained patiently. "It perfectly times out with the owner opening up shop. Not bad, right?"