The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 288

"Fine. I'll be having a few drinks with Zoey later," he said smoothly, glancing at the passenger seat. "Dr. Hayes can be our designated driver."

Just like that, I inexplicably became the personal chauffeur for my husband and his mistress.

In the rearview mirror, Zoey batted her wide, innocent eyes at me. She leaned in toward the driver's seat and whispered hesitantly, "We don't actually have to bother you, Selena. We could just hire a driver later. Since your family is still in the hospital, wouldn't this be an inconvenience, Ferris?"

Ferris smirked. "You're always so considerate, Zoey. Why don't you ask her yourself? Tell me, Selena, is chauffeuring us around going to stop you from looking after your sick relatives?"

Zoey looked at him curiously before fixing her gaze on me with manufactured politeness. "Will this delay your important matters, Selena?"

I felt an agonizing wave of humiliation wash over me, but I swallowed my pride. "Not at all. Being Dr. Sterling's driver is my honor."

"Hear that?" Ferris drawled lazily. "Your senior colleague is fiercely loyal. Instead of worrying about her, you should focus on what you want to eat for dinner. Hmm?"

That last syllable held an incredibly intimate, teasing lilt that brought a bright flush to Zoey's cheeks.

Her eyes instantly melted into bashful adoration.

Perhaps because I was right there in the driver's seat, the two of them maintained a sliver of physical distance despite the suffocatingly romantic atmosphere between them.

Half an hour later, I pulled the G-Wagon up to The Grand Metropolitan.

Zoey had picked out a highly-rated Thai restaurant. After tossing me a polite goodbye, she and Ferris headed upstairs.

I stayed behind, waiting alone in the car.

This wait stretched on for over two agonizing hours.

I tried to rationalize it. Since I was begging for a life-saving favor, I had to show genuine sincerity. Playing chauffeur was a small price to pay.

Just as I assumed they were finishing up their meal, my phone buzzed. It was Ferris. "Come up and carry some things."

He hung up the moment the demand left his lips.

I was deeply confused at first. But when I finally tracked them down in front of a luxury boutique, I realized they had finished eating ages ago. Right now, he was treating the young doctor to a high-end shopping spree.

Five or six designer shopping bags were already clustered around Zoey's feet.

It obviously wasn't the first time he had showered her with gifts, and I was long past feeling shocked. Quietly embracing my new role as their servant, I trailed behind them, hauling their lavish purchases.

Thankfully, while the boxes were bulky, they weren't particularly heavy. By the end of their shopping spree, I wasn't overly exhausted—until Ferris escorted Zoey into a premium jewelry boutique.

The young woman lingered in front of the glass display, admiring the glittering selections. Eventually, she picked out a pair of diamond rings to try on.

Ferris leaned against the counter, watching her with deep, affectionate interest.

As I was loading the mountain of shopping bags into the trunk, Ferris nonchalantly mentioned the name 'Hawthorn Residences.'

I immediately understood. He wanted me to drive Zoey home.

Figuring this had to be the final torment of the night, I professionally chauffeured the two of them to her upscale apartment complex.

But the moment they stepped out of the vehicle, Ferris hit me with a dismissing tone. "You've worked hard today, Dr. Hayes. Head home and get some rest."

Head home and get some rest?

I thought my ears were deceiving me.

But watching Ferris prepare to escort Zoey up to her apartment confirmed it wasn't a hallucination.

He was going to spend the night with her.

But what about my uncle's surgery? After I had swallowed my pride and spent hours serving them, was he really just going to cast me aside?

Mustering every ounce of courage I possessed, I blurted, "Dr. Sterling, when will you have time to discuss the surgery?"

Ferris slowly turned back around. His gaze swept over me from head to toe before he replied with biting indifference, "Are you completely blind to the atmosphere, Dr. Hayes? I am entirely occupied tonight."