The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 371

Just then, through the window, I caught sight of a familiar figure.

Or rather, two figures.

The man stood tall, his black trench coat accentuating his broad shoulders. His cold, aloof demeanor stood out starkly in the courtyard. Even more striking was the petite figure in pink beside him. The young woman wore a Chanel Suit and carried a fluffy, adorable purse. She clung to his arm, leaning half her body against him, her face tilted up as she chattered away.

Her features were stunning, her smile radiant.

It was Ferris Sterling and Zoey Zeller.

The winter sun cast a soft glow over them, making them look like the romantic leads in a movie, perfect and picturesque.

I stared blankly, feeling as if I were watching a beautiful romance unfold on screen.

The only problem was that the male lead was the husband I hadn't yet officially divorced.

It was deeply ironic.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, Ferris looked in my direction. His handsome face grew even more rigid, the lenses of his silver-rimmed glasses obscuring the emotion in his eyes.

I tensed, instinctively wanting to look away.

But just then, Zoey, who had been smiling up at him, followed his gaze and spotted me. Her sweet smile instantly froze, a flash of panic crossing her face.

Her reaction surprised me. She was usually incredibly adaptable, always maintaining a perfect facade even when we were at odds. We had supposedly buried the hatchet at the apology dinner the night before—even if I had left before the food arrived. So why was she panicking now?

While I was still trying to make sense of it, Ferris pressed his lips into a thin line and strode purposefully toward my direction, pulling Zoey along with him.

What chilled me even more was the biting ice in Ferris's voice. "If I hadn't come, how would I have caught Dr. Hayes and Dr. Lennox on such a sweet, intimate date?"

His tone was both harsh and dripping with sarcasm.

He was actually accusing me of secretly dating Leon.

It was truly laughable.

He and Zoey weren't just going on sweet dates; I had literally heard the sounds of their passion in bed. Yet I hadn't uttered a single word of blame. Now, here he was, storming in like a jealous husband catching his cheating wife, throwing sarcastic insults at Leon and me.

His righteous indignation made me wonder if he had completely forgotten the signed Marital Dissolution Agreement he had handed me just that morning.

"Oh, I see," Leon said, his expression hardening. He set down his silverware, stood up, and draped my coat over my shoulders. When he turned back to Ferris and Zoey, his tone was dangerously flat. "So you saw us. And?"