The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 282

"Tell you what, I remember you have a night shift today," Leon said when I fell silent. "I'll pick you up from the hospital right now, and we can handle this together. Sound good?"

Bothering him so early in the morning was already making me feel terribly guilty. There was no way I was going to let him go out of his way to act as my chauffeur too.

"How about we just meet at the entrance to the care center?"

Leon cheerfully agreed.

Half an hour later, we met at the entrance to Greenwood Care Center. The moment I arrived, three or four staff members hurried out of the main doors to greet us. I recognized the man leading them—Mr. Fletcher, the director of the facility.

He greeted Leon with utmost respect.

His attitude was incredibly humble.

When he noticed me, Mr. Fletcher looked surprised. "So the friend Dr. Lennox mentioned was actually Ms. Hayes."

Leon looked at me in confusion. "You two know each other?"

I recalled bumping into Mr. Fletcher a few times while I was with Ferris. I nodded. "We've met."

"So the room transfer Dr. Lennox requested is for Ms. Hayes's family member?"

Leon nodded. "I heard there are two vacant suites on the top floor. Take Dr. Hayes and me up to see them."

A flash of shock crossed Mr. Fletcher's eyes. "The top floor?"

Leon raised his voice slightly. "Is there a problem?"

Mr. Fletcher offered an awkward smile and waved his hands. "No... we'll do exactly as you say, Dr. Lennox."

Just then, his phone rang. He excused himself and pulled it out right in front of us.

Suddenly, a panicked expression crossed his face.

Mr. Fletcher offered a wide smile. "It's Dr. Sterling. He said..."

Before he could finish, a harsh screech of tires echoed through the air. I turned around in bewilderment, immediately spotting the black G-Wagon parked just a short distance away.

It was Ferris's ride.

The moment the car door opened, the overcast sky seemed to rip apart. As the man stepped out of the black G-Wagon, his sharply tailored suit carried an icy, commanding aura. The sharp click of his leather shoes against the pavement made the surrounding air freeze, and even the morning breeze seemed to consciously skirt around his striking silhouette.

His movements held a devastating poise. His cashmere coat flared like a waking beast, and the gaze behind his wire-rimmed glasses sliced through the group of us like a surgical scalpel. His presence was overwhelmingly dominant.

It really was him.

But who could have anticipated this? The ever-dedicated Ferris had actually dropped his hospital duties on a morning like this to come to the care center.

And he had caught me with Leon.