The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 221

My words vanished into the silence, eliciting no immediate reaction from Ferris.

After the light turned green, he continued driving with a blank expression, as if our conversation from two seconds ago had never happened.

Outside the window, neon lights flashed by. The interior of the car was dead silent. Neither of us spoke, yet an invisible, suffocating pressure filled the space.

It was so heavy I could barely breathe.

"Please pull over at the intersection ahead."

Ferris gave me a quiet, sideways glance, silently demanding a reason.

I explained, "The reporters have been hounding me relentlessly these past two days. I'll head back to Eden Gardens once the storm blows over."

The car suddenly swerved as Ferris slammed on the brakes, pulling over sharply to the side of the road.

He stared at me, a flicker of irritation breaking through his stoic gaze. "Even if you're making things up, shouldn't Dr. Hayes come up with a decent excuse?"

Thinking of the penalty clause in our contract, I shot back, "If a reporter snaps a picture and exposes our marriage, whose fault will it be? Yours, or mine?"

Ferris paused for a moment, and I seized the opening. "I certainly can't afford to pay that massive breach of contract fee."

A flash of anger crossed his face, his jaw clenching tight. The city lights cast harsh shadows through the window, cloaking half his face in darkness.

He looked dangerous.

My chest tightened, and that familiar wave of suffocation washed over me again, only breaking when his lips finally parted. "Get out."

Two sharp, commanding words.

Dr. Logan looked a bit embarrassed by the praise. He cleared his throat and muttered, "No need to thank us. Like Dr. Yates always says, once you're in Anesthesiology, you're family."

Dr. Evelyn Yates nodded in agreement. "Selena's performance this time is something we should all learn from. We must always remember that anesthesiologists are the most steadfast guardians of a patient's life. Only by holding the line on survival can we raise the standard of care. Let this be an inspiration to us all."

In that exact moment, a profound, indescribable sense of pride for my profession swelled within me.

After the gathering, Dr. Arthur York called the department and asked me to come to his office.

I had no idea what it was about, but I bumped into Leon Lennox right at the door.

He had been MIA ever since Terrance Madden got arrested. I had tried calling him twice to no avail, and was starting to worry something bad had happened.

After hearing my frantic summary of events, Leon rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's nothing major, really. Just had to spend some time with the family."