The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 340

I texted Leon twice, but received no reply. Figuring he wasn't going to make it tonight, I sent a quick message saying I was heading home, casually paid my tab, and left The Nocturne Lounge.

I had slammed my drinks way too fast. The moment I got into the cab, the world started spinning, and a heavy exhaustion pulled at my eyelids. Terrified I would pass out and miss my stop, I forcefully kept my eyes open.

Right in the middle of this internal battle, my phone rang.

"Selena, where are you? Why aren't you home yet?" Lucille asked, her voice tight with frantic worry.

The adrenaline sobered me up slightly. "I'm in a cab on my way back. What's wrong?"

I was terrified something had happened to Uncle Silas.

"You're already on your way? Oh, thank goodness. I was terrified something happened to you." Lucille immediately relaxed, only to launch right back into her nagging. "Selena, please listen to what I told you today. Think it over. Don't let your temper ruin everything. Besides, Ferris has already extended an olive branch. Don't be stubborn. Just make up with him and focus on living a good life together..."

"Ha." I hadn't wanted to argue, but that was the breaking point.

Lucille was living in an absolute fantasy. It was bad enough she genuinely believed Ferris couldn't bear to divorce me, but now she was hallucinating that he was actually trying to win me back.

I really should have dragged her to the restaurant tonight so she could watch Ferris passionately making out with Zoey.

If she knew her precious 'perfect son-in-law' had bought a house for his mistress, I severely doubted she'd still be singing his praises or clinging to the delusion that he wanted to save our marriage.

But the second my mind flashed to the image of Ferris and Zoey kissing, a wave of nausea washed over me. I couldn't speak. I forced down the suffocating disgust and rushed to end the call. "I'm almost home. If Uncle Silas is fine, I'm hanging up."

"Alright, alright. But remember what I said, Selena! Stop fighting him. If he gives you an out, take it! You hear me?" Lucille continued her relentless lecturing.

The light clicked off.

I forced my heavy eyelids open. The room had plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the pale, icy moonlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It outlined the tall, broad silhouette of a man standing over me.

I couldn't make out his face.

Well, it had to be Leon.

He probably saw my text and came to check on me.

It definitely couldn't be Ferris. That bastard absolutely wasn't coming home tonight. After all, he had spent the entire evening with his precious favorite, kissing and flirting. There was no way he wasn't spending the night in their little love nest to enjoy the rest of their romantic evening.