The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 236

Dr. Logan had made himself perfectly clear: if I didn't finish the report, I wasn't going home.

By the time I finally finished the grueling draft, it was already 8 PM.

While writing the report, I meticulously replayed every detail of the anesthesia process in my head, yet no matter how I analyzed it, I still couldn't pinpoint why the patient had suddenly regained consciousness.

Just as I was lost in thought, Leon's voice suddenly echoed near my ear.

I thought I was hallucinating, but when I turned around, I saw Leon actually standing right outside the department doors.

We headed down to the hospital cafeteria.

Leon had brought food with him.

The packaging was quite elegant.

"Sweet Rice Dumpling Bisque," Leon explained as he opened the container. "I asked them to add some brown sugar. It's slightly sweet. I figured you would like it."

I looked at the rich, warm broth and, thinking about his mention of the sugar, it suddenly clicked.

It was a famous comfort food for period cravings.

"Thank you." Thinking about everything that had happened today, I stared down at the bowl, keeping my eyes lowered so Leon wouldn't notice my emotional state.

"I had to step out to handle some business this afternoon, so I missed your calls," Leon explained casually. "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Remembering what the head nurse had told me, I asked, "Did the police department give you trouble?"

"No, of course not," Leon said, flashing me a bright smile. "That Civic Valor Award was meant entirely for you anyway. You played a crucial role in cracking the case, and you bore the brunt of the psychological pressure."

Leon spoke in a slow, steady rhythm, and his tone was undeniably sincere, but for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me.

"By the way, I saw you writing something earlier," Leon smoothly changed the subject. "What was it?"

I didn't hide it from him and recounted the mistake from the afternoon's surgery. He listened thoughtfully before saying, "A situation like that usually implies the patient metabolized the anesthesia too quickly, making it hard to maintain the required blood concentration."

"Selena, what on earth is going on?" Lucille's frantic voice blasted through the speaker the second I answered. "Why haven't you gone back to Eden Gardens yet? Are you actually falling for Dr. Lennox?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. "Where are you hearing this gossip now?"

"It's not gossip, it's a photo," Lucille shrieked, her voice rising in panic. "And Ferris was the one who sent it to me."

A photo?

I was utterly confused. "What photo?"

"I'll send it to you..." Lucille let out an exasperated sigh. "You are way too careless. No, this won't do. You need to head back to Eden Gardens immediately and give him a proper explanation."

Hearing her words, my heart instantly leaped into my throat.

When I opened the photo Lucille forwarded to me, I was left in absolute shock—it was a picture of Leon and me having dinner in the hospital cafeteria tonight.

The camera had perfectly captured the exact second Leon reached out to wipe the grain of rice off my chin.