The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 246

It was fifteen minutes later when I finally returned to the private room. The atmosphere had somewhat recovered. I shot a casual glance toward Ferris, only to lock eyes with Zoey, who was staring at me curiously.

Before I even sat down, the young woman said sweetly, "Selena, I had the kitchen warm up a glass of Honey Water for you. You should drink it while it's hot."

I lifted my gaze, ready to respond, but immediately noticed the glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice sitting in front of Zoey.

I didn't even have to guess. Ferris had ordered it for her.

Come to think of it, whenever he was present at a gathering, he made sure Zoey never touched a drop of alcohol.

Unlike me. After being bullied into chugging a massive glass of liquor, I still had to gracefully accept the "kindness" of his little darling.

And I couldn't even refuse.

Because to everyone in this room, Zoey belonged to Ferris.

If I refused the drink, I would be publicly disrespecting him.

Suppressing the bitterness, I picked up the Honey Water and said smoothly, "That's very thoughtful of you, Dr. Zeller."

Once the dinner wrapped up, our group headed downstairs. Just like last time, Ferris left first with Zoey in tow. Since Leon and I "lived" in the same area, I shared a cab with him.

The moment I got into the car, a wave of overwhelming nausea crashed into me. Leon immediately noticed. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital, Selena? Or do you want to go home?"

Home?

I mentally chewed on the word, the tears I had suppressed all night instantly threatening to fall.

Where exactly was my home?

Eden Gardens?

That place was nothing but a gilded cage built to bind the Sterling and Hayes families. In the past, fueled by the tiny shred of hope I had for Ferris, I had willingly played the caged bird. But now, with whatever love or affection we had completely shattered, how was that house any different from a prison?

Only when I rushed to the door did I realize the sky outside was still a hazy, pre-dawn gray. I checked the time—it was 5:00 AM.

Wait. Why was Leon still in my apartment at 5:00 AM?

"You were so drunk last night, I didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone, so I stayed..." Leon paused for a second, noticing my confusion. "Also, the call just now... it was from Ferris."

Hearing Ferris's name made my heart give a violent, involuntary jolt. I looked closely at Leon's face but didn't notice any abnormal expressions.

Ferris was a doctor, and my uncle was in his hospital. Him calling in an emergency made perfect sense.

But explaining this situation to Ferris was going to be a nightmare.

I scrolled through my call log. Aside from missed calls from Lucille and the head nurse, there was an unanswered call from Ferris around midnight.

I had been dead to the world then. But at 5:00 AM, the person who answered his call was Leon. There was no way I could explain my way out of this.