The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 384

Ferris and Zoey really had moved into the same room.

When everyone gathered in the lobby after settling in, I watched them walk out of the elevators side by side.

Since we were heading to the hot springs, everyone had changed into their swimwear.

Zoey wore a pink swimsuit with a plush white towel draped over her shoulders, exposing just a sliver of her slender legs. She tilted her head up, chatting happily with Ferris. He leaned in, reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Even from the side, I could see it clearly—the soft dip of his brow, the tender smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and eyes.

He looked every bit the devoted, doting boyfriend.

"Dr. Sterling and Zoey are so sweet together. They're practically inseparable," one of our colleagues murmured from the crowd.

Zelda immediately picked up the thread with a laugh. "Of course they are. Our Zoey is young, beautiful, and so bubbly. Who wouldn't love her? Plus, she's got the talent to back it up. It makes total sense that Dr. Sterling adores her. They're a perfect match. I'm honestly their biggest fan!"

She wasn't wrong.

They really were a perfect match.

After all, the patterned leisurewear Ferris was wearing matched the exact pastel pink of Zoey's swimsuit.

Honestly, he looked incredibly handsome in pink. It suited him just as I had always imagined it would, softening the sharp, cold edges of his features and giving him a gentle aura.

The gentleness of a man drunk on new love.

And then what? Well, my anxiety didn't last long.

Because our snowy romantic getaway never happened. Ferris stood me up. The trip was never brought up again, and our relationship rapidly deteriorated after that, turning as freezing and bitter as the howling wind outside the hotel's glass doors.

The outfit I had so lovingly picked out got shoved into the back of his closet. I thought it would never see the light of day, yet here it was, perfectly fitted on his broad shoulders.

It fit him flawlessly, giving him that exact warm, gentle vibe I had envisioned. Sadly, every ounce of that gentleness was now being poured onto Zoey, not me.

It felt like a massive boulder was crushing my chest, stealing my breath. I turned my head away, but the sickening grief surged wildly up my throat, making me nauseous.

"Is your stomach acting up again? Did my driving make you carsick?" A strong hand gripped my arm, steadying me as Leon's gentle voice sounded in my ear. Almost like magic, he produced a small beige thermos, twisted the cap off, and held it out to me. "Honey Water. Drink up."