The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 323

A fresh wave of warmth washed over me. I looked at him, completely at a loss for words.

Leon waved it off casually. "Go on."

Look at the glaring difference.

My husband of three years didn't care at all when he saw me getting bullied. Instead, he blamed me for wronging his precious darling.

He didn't love me, so he was blind to my embarrassment and suffering. Naturally, he'd never do these little things for me.

He couldn't even compare to a friend like Leon.

On the drive home, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Lucille: "Selena, I think tonight was just a misunderstanding. I really feel like Ferris was originally bringing that food for us. Why else would he bring such a huge portion? Plus, he sent food this morning and at lunch; it makes no sense for him not to bring dinner. Don't hold a grudge. Why don't you try talking to him again?"

She was overthinking it. How could that possibly be a misunderstanding?

Before I could reply, she sent another message: "But you don't need to lower yourself too much. Just give him a chance. If he doesn't appreciate it, then forget him. Honestly, Leon is a great catch. He's so attentive to you. You won't lack someone to care for you."

I gripped my phone, pressing my lips into a thin line. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting repeatedly. Ultimately, I sent nothing. I locked the screen, a heavy weight settling in my chest.

Give him a chance? Lucille was even more delusional than I was.

Ferris Sterling didn't need any chances from me.

Perhaps noticing my prolonged, gloomy silence, Leon spoke up hesitantly. "Dr. Hayes, Ferris... he might just be stressed out lately. Things haven't been going smoothly for him, and it's affecting his mood. Try not to take his actions tonight to heart."

Leon had picked up on my emotional state and was worried I was upset.

I offered a small smile. "I didn't take it to heart."

I wasn't unhappy.

Actually, I was just used to it.

Leon hesitated, his words stumbling out slightly. "Do you... really no longer care about Ferris?"

Did I not care anymore?

I didn't know.

But what did it matter if I cared? I never had a choice in our relationship.

The night winds of Port Capital were biting cold. I stood silently in the chill for two long minutes before finally speaking.

My voice was so soft, it was almost snatched away by the wind.

"I really don't."

"I don't care anymore."