The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 397

"Really?" I asked, still feeling groggy, sitting in a chair as I watched her change her clothes and shoes.

"Yeah! Everyone was actually really excited when they found out. Retreats are all about team bonding anyway, so doing it ourselves is way more fun. The head nurse already assigned tasks. Some people went down to buy extra ingredients, some are setting up the grills, and someone even volunteered to bartend. The vibe is great," Amber chattered excitedly.

The whole point of this trip was to mend the relationship between the Department of Neurosurgery and the Department of Anesthesiology. I highly suspected Dr. Yates hadn't missed the memo about the BBQ service—she had probably orchestrated it on purpose.

Working together to build a fire and cook food was a brilliant way to break the ice.

It really was a great idea.

I managed a faint smile and nodded. "That sounds fun."

"It is, but it's a shame Dr. Lennox had to leave suddenly. He's such a foodie. If he were here, the BBQ would be amazing... Selena, why do you look so down? Is it because Dr. Lennox left?" Amber stopped halfway through her sentence and walked over with a concerned look.

Leon had left?

The news surprised me for a second before clarity washed over me.

Mrs. Lennox had undoubtedly forced him to leave, and Ferris was the one pulling the strings.

Ferris really was working overtime for Zoey. He was utilizing every manipulative tactic in his arsenal to force distance between me and Leon.

I shook my head with a forced smile. "No, I knew he had an urgent family matter to attend to before he left."

I paused, looking at Amber seriously. "Also, Leon and I are just good friends. We aren't together. Zoey and Zelda misunderstood the situation."

But Amber pressed her palm against my forehead and let out a loud gasp. "Oh my god, Selena! You're burning up! You could fry an egg on your forehead. No wonder you look so incredibly drained. You have a terrible fever!"

So I really was physically sick.

I touched my own forehead. It was scorching.

Amber was already rushing to pour me some water. "Get back in bed right now. I'll get you some hot water so you can take some fever medication."

I didn't need any convincing. My head was pounding aggressively. I collapsed back onto the mattress, my consciousness quickly slipping into a hazy blur.

But before I could completely drift off, the phone on the nightstand began to buzz aggressively.