The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 239

I never imagined Ferris and I would end up wearing the exact same sweater.

The sweater was from a high-end international designer famous for their cashmere; the craftsmanship was exquisite, the fabric impossibly soft, and the price tag undeniably steep.

Lucille had bought them for us when we went shopping together last year.

It was a unisex design, and mine had been hanging untouched in my closet ever since. Today was the very first time I had worn it.

But I never expected Ferris to randomly wear his on the exact same day.

He certainly wasn't hurting for clothes, with countless options in his closet, and he had slipped out so quietly this morning, leaving me completely ambushed.

Following Zelda's loud exclamation, Dr. Logan and Zoey instantly noticed it too. The young girl glanced from Ferris to me, a clear flash of jealousy in her eyes, though she managed to force a stiff smile. "Wow, what a coincidence."

Her voice trailed off, the displeasure painfully obvious.

I didn't want everyone fixating on our clothes, so I immediately redirected the conversation. "Director Sterling, I've finished the comprehensive report you requested. Please review it."

Ferris cast a cold glance at the report on the desk but said nothing. Instead, he reached for a patient file nearby, making it clear he was in no rush to read my essay.

Dr. Logan read the room perfectly. He checked his watch and offered a polite smile. "I've got outpatient clinic duties, so I'll leave you to it, Director Sterling. If Selena got anything wrong, just point it out and make her revise it until you're completely satisfied."

With that, he made a swift exit.

At that exact moment, Zoey stepped forward, glancing at my report before asking softly, "Is this about the anesthesia dosage error?"

"The dosage was perfectly accurate," I snapped back instantly. "But the incident was still my responsibility."

"Ferris," Zoey murmured, looking up at him as he reviewed the file, her tone pleading. "Look, Selena has already seriously reflected on her mistake. Can't you just let this go?"

She had always been loud, and right now, using that sneering tone, her eyes danced with obvious ridicule; she was blatantly accusing me of wearing cheap fake designer gear.

The hallway was bustling with people, and upon hearing her loud accusation, several colleagues turned to stare at me with undisguised curiosity.

Everyone loves a good show.

Seeing my silence, Zelda pressed harder. "Oh, come on, Selena. We're all friends here. Don't tell me you want to keep your fake supplier a secret?"

"Zelda," Zoey nudged her friend's arm, her tone dripping with false propriety. "There are so many people around. Keep your voice down."

Her tone made it sound as if I had truly done something utterly shameful.

Zelda stuck her tongue out and scoffed, "I'm just complimenting the quality of her knockoff! Look at her, her taste is almost catching up to our Director Sterling's."