The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 399

It seemed he had been trying to check my temperature, and my hostile reaction left him deeply embarrassed.

"Ferris, what's going on with you and Dr. Hayes? Are you... fighting?" a timid voice suddenly echoed from inside the elevator.

I snapped my head up, my eyes locking onto Zoey standing in the car.

She looked incredibly confused, her suspicious gaze darting between Ferris and me, heavily laced with underlying anxiety.

It seemed my sharp words to Zelda in the restroom had firmly planted a seed of doubt. Zoey was highly suspicious of my relationship with Ferris.

"It's nothing..." I instinctively took a step back, trying to put distance between me and Ferris while attempting to explain.

But I was brutally cut off by a deep, resonant voice.

"Why would I ever fight with her?" Ferris's voice was sharp and laced with ice.

His gaze violently detached from mine, cutting through me like a serrated blade. His words were even more agonizing. "Ungrateful people aren't worth my breath."

Ungrateful? Was that how he saw me?

I stared at him as he brushed past me, walking straight into the elevator. His long arm effortlessly wrapped around Zoey's shoulders. The biting chill in his demeanor melted instantly into a puddle of profound tenderness. "Why did you come up?"

"I just woke up and Zelda came to get me. Dr. Yates said we're having a BBQ, and everyone's already prepping. I didn't see you downstairs, so I figured you were still resting," Zoey said, leaning intimately into his embrace. All her anxiety vanished, replaced by a radiant, sickeningly sweet smile.

"Perfect timing. I was just on my way down to get you," Ferris said, looking down at the delicate woman in his arms. His tone was as warm as the summer sun. "We really are so in sync."

In sync.

But before I took two steps, Zoey called out to me. "Selena! Are you heading down for the BBQ too? Let's go together!"

Go together?

Wouldn't three be a crowd?

I glanced back at her, only to be hit with a visual that pierced my eyes.

Zoey had her arms wrapped tightly around Ferris's waist, her head resting against his chest, right beneath his chin. She was practically fused to his body.

The intimacy was staggering.

Yet she was staring right at me, smiling sweetly, her gaze dripping with blatant, unadulterated triumph.