The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 322

I had no idea how I managed to sit back down and pick up my silverware again, but every forced bite I swallowed tasted overwhelmingly bitter and painfully dry.

Lucille's expression darkened. It was obvious she finally realized her little reconciliation scheme was a total failure. Ferris had absolutely zero intention of extending an olive branch. He wasn't reluctant to divorce me at all; in fact, he had already lined up his next bride.

"What is wrong with Dr. Sterling? He changes his face faster than the weather," she muttered indignantly, stopping herself as she glanced toward the door. "Forget it. Who cares if he didn't bring us food? We have Leon. We aren't starving."

She was talking about the food, but the underlying meaning was crystal clear.

Ten minutes ago, I might have stopped her from saying something like that, but not now.

It wasn't that I was enabling her; I just felt completely drained. I didn't even have the energy to speak.

Silas was equally displeased. "What is with that guy? It's not like you owe him money, Selena. Why does he scowl the moment he sees us, yet look at Dr. Zeller like she hung the moon? The man is entirely two-faced."

"He's just like that, Silas. Don't let it upset you," Leon interjected quickly, terrified Silas would agitate himself. He glanced at me for backup. "Right, Dr. Hayes?"

"Yes," I agreed, the word scraping out of my parched throat.

It was true.

The top surgeon of Capital General Hospital's Department of Neurosurgery was famously aloof and unreachable. He was indifferent to everyone—everyone except his precious junior, Zoey, whom he showered with gentle affection and care.

He cared for her so much that someone got jealous and reported him for abusing his power.

Yet, even after being suspended pending investigation, Ferris continued to dote on Zoey. He protected her in the morning and hand-delivered surprise romantic dinners in the evening.

But the moment we stepped out of Silas's room, Leon pointed it out. "You should really change, Dr. Hayes. It's freezing outside. You can't wear that."

I told him it wasn't necessary, but Leon pressed the button for the fifth floor anyway and escorted me right to the locker room of the Department of Anesthesiology.

When I looked up, I saw a brand-new locker in the room. My belongings were neatly stacked beside it.

I turned to him in surprise. Leon flashed a warm, sincere smile and pressed a key into my hand. "The hospital is fast-tracking the investigation into your situation. Don't worry, there might be results by tomorrow."

No wonder Leon had urged me to come up and change. He had already arranged for a new locker for me.

The hospital was always chaotic, and the recent suspension of Ferris was taking up most of the administration's attention. Even though my incident had been reported, I didn't expect the locker to be replaced so quickly. I never imagined Leon would be so incredibly attentive to remember such a small detail.