The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 348

Lucille grew frantic. "If you didn't bite him, who did? Who else but you has the right to get close enough to his neck?"

"It really wasn't me," my voice cracked, bitter and raw. A heavy sourness spread through my chest, growing so thick it felt like a lump in my throat, choking off my words. All I could manage was a hollow, defeated explanation. "He... he didn't even come home last night."

"Selena, you were drinking last night, weren't you? You've always been a lightweight. Did you drink so much you blacked out? There's no way Ferris didn't come home. Did you just forget everything that happened?" Lucille became even more desperate, aggressively tugging at my sleeve.

She was so anxious she didn't realize she was aggressively pinching the skin on my arm. It stung sharply.

But it was nothing compared to the agony in my chest. If anything, the physical sting grounded me, offering a brief distraction from the crushing weight in my heart.

I forced the corners of my mouth up, desperately trying to keep my tone light. "Drinking doesn't wipe my memory. He really didn't come home last night."

"Impossible. If he didn't come home, where did he get that mark on his neck? I saw it perfectly clear. That bite mark was definitely yours—the canine teeth matched perfectly." Lucille refused to give up, fully intent on forcing the blame onto me.

I couldn't maintain the smile anymore. "Do you honestly think Ferris is starved for women? I'm not the only woman in the world. What makes you so sure that bite mark is mine?"

People's personal desires really clouded their judgment.

Lucille was so desperate for Ferris and me to reconcile that the moment she saw the bite mark on his neck, she automatically convinced herself it was mine, even hallucinating the shape of my teeth on it.

In reality, while the bite mark was still red and inflamed, the details were entirely blurry. There were no distinct tooth marks—it was all just Lucille's wild imagination.

"What do you mean, Selena?" Lucille's expression changed drastically. "Are you saying Ferris has another woman?"

Panic set in. I grabbed her wrist tightly. "I don't care if he likes men, women, or aliens. It's his business. I don't care, and neither should you."

With that, I dragged her toward her food. "Hurry up and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

Lucille swallowed her complaints, though she looked thoroughly displeased. I checked the time and realized I needed to do my rounds, so I gave her a few final reminders and got ready to leave with Leon.

But right before we stepped out, Silas grabbed Leon's hand and refused to let go. "Leon, do you really like our Selena? Are you really pursuing her?"

"I am, Silas. I like Selena very much," Leon replied, utterly sincere.

Watching him patiently humor my uncle, my heart fluttered slightly, a rush of warmth filling my chest.