The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 297

Although I had mentally prepared myself, seeing Leon in person still stirred a pang of guilt in my chest.

I should have known. How could a calculated man like Ferris ever do something pointless?

I guessed he had deliberately brought me to Mrs. Lennox's birthday party.

The purpose was likely to run into Leon in a highly public setting.

After all, my relationship with Ferris was nowhere near the level of attending such special occasions together. By bringing me, he was signaling that our relationship wasn't simple.

He wasn't just hinting this to Leon; he was also doing it to teach me a lesson.

And clearly, judging by the astonishment on Leon's face, Ferris had achieved his goal.

The charming gentleman in a light-colored suit slowly walked down the spiral staircase. He looked completely different from his usual hospital attire. As he descended, his patent leather shoes caught the light, and the hem of his dark gray suit rippled with the texture of silk. The platinum dial on his wrist cast a cold, silvery glow in the shadows, and even the way his fingertips brushed against the handrail carried a restrained gentleness.

He had a warm, mild demeanor, yet he exuded a quiet, deep-seated nobility that made his very shadow on the malachite floor tiles seem more prestigious than anyone else's.

With steady steps, he stopped right in front of us.

More accurately, he stopped right in front of me.

His stunning eyes stared intently at me. One second, two seconds, three seconds. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but it really is Dr. Hayes."

He didn't even greet Ferris first.

This made me feel so incredibly guilty that I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I could only offer an awkward greeting, "Good evening, Dr. Lennox."

Helping people out?

Hearing those words, I was too shocked to speak.

So, in Leon's eyes, my relationship with Ferris wasn't complicated at all—I was just here doing him a favor?

"I don't care," Leon pouted slightly, speaking in a childish tone. "Given how close we are, if I ever need a favor like this in the future, you can't turn me down."

I looked at him in sheer disbelief. As our eyes met, he pressed further, "What, you don't want to?"

His tone was remarkably stubborn.

Even though we were at a banquet, the main stars of the night were standing right in front of us, undoubtedly drawing everyone's attention. Usually, when the main characters spoke, the supporting cast stayed silent. Because of this, Leon's questions were heard not only by us but by all the other guests as well.